Things have changed since the day I met Tom as a sailor near
the Brooklyn Navy Yards. Today Tom and Bertha own a con
trolling interest in the Mud Creek Coal Company. Tom has risen
from a to a coal operator. Conrad is still superintendent
at No. 7, and it is thought that a parnership is pending, for Tom
frequently calls at the Conrad home.
What other editors do and have done seems to have great force
as regards running a college magazine, so we suppose we are ex
pected to say something about the Freshmen. There seems to be
plenty of them to say something about, but probably as is
usual with Freshmen they will speak for themselves. However,
we have a great respect for them; we realize what wonderful'
potentialities there are in them; we were Freshmen once ourselves.
All these members of ’O7 seem to receive but scant welcome, ex
cepting, perhaps, from Sophs and from boarding house managers,
The welcome from the first mentioned seems to be very warm at
times, too, but these sophomoric knocks are only incidental. They
probably serve a commendable purpose—as some forgotten classic
pen has it, they keep him from broodin’ on bein’ a Freshman. Not
withstanding all this it is true that the pen is mightier than the
sword, or yet mightier than the hazer’s paddle, and so the Free
Lance heartily welcomes you all, whether or no you may be able
to recite backward that immortal epic which appears on the Sopho
more proclamations.
Dickinson intends to send a large aggregation of rooters (about
three hundred, according to the Dickinsonian ) to the Dickin
son-State game at Williamsport. So are we. And understand,
all you fellows,from Prep, to Senior, are going to that game and
EDITORIAL.
P. M. Rainey, ’O5.