In this university town of ours the intellectually starved may find countless opportunities for delectable satisfaction. He may glut himself on great slices of history, literature, and economic theory. He may find stern, simple dishes in the fields of science and engineering, or he may delight a delicate fastidiousness with the nicer arts of music, painting, and sculpture. But the physically famished, the Philistine who suffers only from an empty belly, will find vain the search for sustenance of a similarly satisfying and pleasing nature. True, he may pick up here and there bits of dubious desirability, such as even the darkest age would have been ashamed to feed its intellectual beggars, but where, oh where, shall he turn for the dainty side dish, the morsel done to suit the whines of a discriminating palate.

The Vagabond subsists, in the eyes of the world at least, on the food of the intellect. But, all unknown though it may be to his many followers, he is often forced to wander far afield in pursuit of that rare morsel which can please so fastidious a taste as he secretly prides himself on. Boston, as the nearest, the most obvious, territory for the despairing epicure, is the usual scene of these veiled expeditions. Last night the Vagabond set out in search of those delicacies indigenous to the joy, the lightness of spring. Weeks of rain and lowering skies had awakened in him thoughts of spring as it should be, thoughts which for once had other than an intellectual goal. Strawberry shortcake and--well, lots of other things, but mostly strawberry shortcake filled his mind. He had tasted what is commonly placed on sale under this name, tasted it in almost every subterranean ordinary or clattering cafeteria which the usual order of his life forces him to frequent.

But last night he had the good fortune to pick out Durgin Parks as the most likely vendor of masticulatory delight. He ate, as every one else is bound to do who chooses this place to dine, a good, substantial dinner. But all the while he was eating it he was speculating; speculating on the possibilities of extravagant fancies finding their fondest desire. Great bowls of red and white were constantly being borne in to other customers; they might contain the hope of a being hungry for spring, and for strawberries. And then he had one. Of course; that he should have done so goes without saying. He had one, and it was awfully good--but fortunately, he had only one.

Lectures of interest today are:

9 O'clock

"Beginnings of Modern Business Enterprise," Professor Usher, Widener U. Economics 10b.

"The Police Power and the Protection of Health," Professor Yeomans, Harvard 2, Government 19.

"The Open Door Policy and the Boxer Rising," Dr. Hornbeck, Harvard 5, History 18.

11 O'clock

"Schiller's Philosophical Poems," Professor Howard, Widener B. German 7.

"Nineteenth Century Architecture," Professor Edgell, New Fogg Museum, Fine Arts 1d.

12 O'clock

"Aristophanes and the New Education," Professor Gulick, Sever 26, Greek 11.