"Harmony Gents!"

"From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This universal frame began,
When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay.
And could not heave her head,
The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arise, ye more than dead.'"

The singing of the Capping Ceremony has in the past been much more than dead. Now the tuneful voice of the College Principal is heard urging the students to arise and do something about it. We heartily agree.

The singing has been pitiful. Why cannot we all this year sit together and sing together? The Exec has provided special accommodation for us if we wish to use it. Why not do so? It seems that only by this means can we make harmony, and as you are aware From harmony, from heavenly harmony, oh!—you know the rest. Let's see if we can't transform ourselves from a heap of jarring atoms to some orderly agent for the production of harmony, heavenly harmony. Put a bit of swing into "Gaudeamus" I Pep it up!

—A.H.S.