So far this year, the Lampoon, Harvard's "humorous" publication has done only one thing of note: to publish the same Freshman issue they've been putting out for years. But now, they are laying possible plans for something that the H. A. A. does not see the humor in.
It all started some years ago when the Lampoon decided it would go into competition with the H. A. A. News in providing patrons of Harvard football games with the "names and numbers of all the players," and the athletic officials have been scared of their rivals ever since.
Bribe Lampy for Peace
This year there has been talk of ending the long strife, and the boys on Mount Vernon Street have been dickering for peace. The result was the receipt of four passes to the games, with the implied implication that the war was over.
But the funnymen think differently. "Hell," said President William Calfee '39, "Lampy's been getting those for years. Now just wait and see."
What the H. A. A. is hoping it won't see is the repetition of an episode that happened at a Yale game a few years back. Customers walking down the bridge were met with a blare from a loudspeaker:
"Get your names and numbers here. Only 25 cents. It'll cost you 50 cents inside the Stadium. Get your Lampoon here."
Story is Scandalous
Behind that announcement was a story of trickery and deception that was the highlight of rivalry between the two organizations. It all started when on the Wednesday before the game a delegation from the Lampoon went down to Soldiers Field to get the numbers.
"Hey," said the H. A. A., "You can't have those!" And just to make sure that they wouldn't use them, the jersies and numbers of all the players were changed, with the new combination a deep secret.
Meanwhile, Lampy went to New York and in the printing shop the H. A. A. was using they took a great interest in all that was going on. But the numbers were no where to be seen. It was not until they had followed the plant's rubbish to the city dump and paid out no end of hush money that the valuable information came into their hands.
Those, of course, were the days of yore. Lampy jumped its circulation and reaped inestimable glory. Now on Mount Auburn Street they just sigh wistfully and think of the "good old days." But perhaps the H. A. A. "bribe," as a Lampooner expressed it, will stir them into new action.