One of the first phrases that greets a Freshmen's ear is, " Let's have a bubble." He wonders what the serious upper-classman can mean, until he is initiated and takes his first drink at this fountain of clear water. It is by no means his last, for he ever remembers it, so that whenever he passes the old Middle Hall, he feels it his sacred duty to stop a moment, whether he goes belated to a class or must run for his car. When cold winter comes, causing the college friend to retire like the bear, to sleep until spring fills the world, great is the mourning. Then at last March and April appear, and as the snows melt away and the frost leaves the ground, while everything thrills with expectancy of the new budding life, all passersby eagerly watch for the first drops of water which betoken the awakening of their unforgotten friend.

Once the college pump stood here, as revered by the men of the " palmy days " as its successor is by those of the present. When the authorities passed sentence of death, and the pump had to go, it was not without protest from warm partisans. In the October number of the Tuftonian 1901, we find this " Prayer of the Undergraduate: "

" In sorrow bowed,

With hearts bereft,

We thank thee, Lord,

For all that's left.

" They took the pump,

We meekly sue

They'll take the swing

They left in view.

" Our hearts are rent;

In fear we cower

Lest they should take

The Chapel Tower.

" We humbly ask

On bended knees

They'll kindly leave

A few old trees."