growth, rival in dignity and
picturesqueness those of its larger neighbours. Whereas they have
expanded from Colleges to Universities, Woodbridge has been content to
restrict its enrolment to six hundred; and instead of making entrance
easier it has, if anything, made it harder. Accordingly, the College
holds its head high, not unconscious that the quality of its instruction
and of its graduates is unsurpassed.

The Founders of the College placed their first building on the crest of
a smallish plateau which commands a view of the Blackmoor Valley.
Succeeding generations have scattered its buildings haphazardly about,
but, thanks to the generosity of a Woodbridge son, the meadow land which
slopes away from the crest down to the Lebanon River, sixty acres in
all, was bought and given to the College; and upon this land the future
College is to rise. There is a good deal of rather vague talk about this
new college--of the quadrangle which is to solve all dormitory and
recitation problems, and which is to shine with beauty. But at present
the meadow is sacred to athletics, and the elaborate new boat house,
completed last spring, seems to make the quadrangle less of a
probability than ever.

Tutors' Lane is the main artery of the place. It passes through the
college green and on down the hill through a row of faculty houses until
it reaches the village of Woodbridge Center, or, as it is usually
called, Center. It is a famous street--famous for its elms, which
supply, as it has not infrequently been pointed out, the dignity of a
nave; famous for the doorways and windows of its colonial houses; and
famous for the distinction and propriety of its inhabitants.

It is one of the Woodbridge traditions that these houses are inviolate.
Assistant Professors' wives, upon taking up residence in Tutors' Lane,
are tactfully warned that it is not the thing to alter them. There may
be an occasional painting, yes; but innovations in the way of building
are not to be thought of. People who have to build are advised to do it
elsewhere; certain streets are provided for the purpose--High Street,
for example--and though of course they are not Tutors' Lane, doubtless
they are livable enough. In fact, High Street is distinctly coming into
its own, thanks, of course, to the High Street Cemetery. For a mortal
existence in Tutors' Lane is followed by an immortal one in the High
Street Cemetery, and though perhaps those who spend mortality in the
St