We thought that spring had come ... as little Dorothy suggests. We thought that when such a beautiful time was near we had no right to precipitate any mournful tidings into the midst of this peaceful world.

But casting our eyes about us and observing the unholy gloom that pervades the sky and the positively fiendish wind that rips up and down the quadrangles, we've decided "What's the use of being benevolent anyway?"

Passing sugarplums to the populace doesn't stop a famine. And so we'll tell you what you were bound to find out anyway ... The Blind Tiger is gone ... gone the way of all good Tigers ... back to his wilderness haunts, scorning the civilizing affects of this great and goodly University.

I don't care what Keats said .... the old girl is pretty far behind.

THE NEW MANAGEMENT.