For Alma Mater I. The first picture introduces our hero, five foot ten or eleven of brain, brawn, and beauty, Robert Bagley "Bob" to his friends, or "Baggy" to his intimates. As you can see, he is asleep, or was, and from our angle it looks like a raw-egg-and-orange-juice or two would be just the thing. He has ten minutes to dress, consume a hot dish of mush, and make a quick dash to class. II. Well, here we are. Our friend, it appears, is hob-nobing with Morpheus. And why not? Has not our hero just stated that he has nothing to add to what has been said? There are thirty students in the class, so one question apiece is half-an-hour any way you figure it. Allowing fifteen minutes to the professor, you have a forty-five minute discussion of Clostridium botulinus and its effects in the blood stream of the human body. And any fool knows that what little a college man eats won't hurt him. III. A hamburger and a coke-and-iron-port have taken effect, and "Baggy" is busy breaking beakers and spilling fluid. Incidentally, he seems to be getting quite a bang out of the loveable creature next to him. She'd better get "next" to him, cause from what we hear, "Baggy" breaks hearts, and the line forms on the right. page 12 Stewart Wheelright PHOTOGRAPHY Max McEwan PROSE IV. Next we see our hero unmercifully batting a bit of celluloid back and forth over a piece of string or net. Ping-pong is not a game for weaklings. The physical strain and mental agony involved in keeping the eye on the ball and of returning the thing with a lightning quick flick of the wrist is an art. Each time the ball is batted, it has a little something on it, "cut" that starts the ball going in one direction and then curves it in several directions and gives the players and anyone who is watching a headache. V. Here you can see for yourself the effect of swing on the younger generation. Someone has said that dancing is just an excuse; anyway, there seems to be something "Ah too beautiful" about the way our hero puts his heart and soul into the thing. I caught my gum in my partner's hair dancing like this once. Incidently, she put quite a "dentyne" my pocket book. VI. In the last picture it is night and our friend is parked in a car with, of course, a girl. We have better pictures than this one, but there seems to be no reason why the Bagley technique should become common knowledge. Besides, what would the other girls think? Page 13