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No one would ever let slip a chance like this without much dis- <
course on changes in dress. And I fear too much has been said already. ^
At times I wonder how we managed to have any fun at all, much less the
joys I claim, when I think of what clothes we endured. I can remember
one delightful bit of theatricals in my Freshman year, where the leading
lady, in a desperate attempt to jump on her chair when a mouse ran by,
tripped on her skirts, and landed in the footlights. And I still recall our
tennis games, designed apparently to prove that we could hit a ball with
our arms pinned to our sides. Now, indeed, I admit that we have noth-
ing in this line to offer 1930, in exchange for the freedom they have let
us share with them. One of the splendid things in college life today
is the provision made for athletics for women. We did not "learn to
swim nor join the gym" in my day. That's why we're all at it now,
trying to make up for lost time. We could have had such good sport at
college. But we thank you for emancipating us, even if it comes late.
For it's not too late.

Everything in the whole world has changed so much since I was a
"stately senior," that everything needs to be written about, and your edi-
tor says that will hardly do. But I'm wrong to say everything has changed
—human nature hasn't altered a bit. You college men and women are
just the same. I live in a university town where I am the joyful ob-
server of them day by day, not to mention an incipient case of college
youth in my own home. And I can always see the love and kindness
and fairness, and helpfulness that were the characteristics of my college
friends years ago. A bit snappier, perhaps, but so are the times. And
if once in a while I've seen some pettiness, that's not new to the present
generation, and it's no trick at all for me to know it will disappear, just
as it did when 1905 was young. My twenty-fifth reunion! How can I
be serious when I think of it? I'm sorry for you, collegians of today,
for you'll never go back to yours with such joy. I can tell by the
way you act that you won't feel as I do. But we made you what you
are; try to show us that we haven't done such a poor job. Times have
changed. We're glad, and you're glad; let's pull together and work
together and surprise the world.

Our Historian J^ooks at To Dragma

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zine. The best part of it is always the report of what members and
chapters do and stand for, what they give to Alpha Omicron Pi and
to the world, the triumphs they have won and the way they feel toward
life and toward their fraternity—the real gathering of the real harvest.
I n this sheaf, as in the one more precious and profound, we are bound
together.

Let me close in the words of the first editorial in the first number

of To DRAGMA:

"Here the magazine is at last!—Let us say with heartiness, 'Heres
a health to you, To DRAGMA! Long may you live and prosper!' "