Let's Go Puritan.

Hear "Smad."—

A notice in the Men's Common Room prompts me to send you one or two suggestions. I see that our worthy committee has decreed it, in its wisdom, necessary to suppress the playing of that innocent, of the innocentest of games, shovel— oh, i mean poker—and, mark you, that any game, no matter its origin, genre or sophistication must be played at the tables (?) provided.

This, sir, I consider very proper and praiseworthy. But why stop at that? Surely the committee is not going to permit that disgusting habit, smoking, to be continued? And the discussing and arguing and yarning that goes on? Cannot we make the room a place of meditation, a place where we can think of some of the higher things.

I would suggest:

(1) That before entering the sacred precincts, each man should remove his shoes, so as not to defile the floor with footwear that has come into contact with things of the world.

(2) That a photograph of Mr. J. Paterson be hung on the wall, and that on entering, each student make humble obeisance, by touching his head on the floor. This is in recognition of J. P.'s services on the Common Room Committee, and

(3) That upon entering, each student should sit akimbo on the floor, with his head bowed, and engage in silent meditation during his stay in the sand room.

Hope you'll pass these suggestions on.