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Newspaper cartoonists for a decade have clothed the college undergraduate in raccoon-skin coat, baggy trousers, battered and blighted felt hat. Such were the sacerdotal vestments of the initiate "collegian." But last week, Princeton's witty and learned Dean Christian Gauss hailed the passing of the coonskin. Said he: "Undergraduates who wear coonskin coats now are not nearly so jaunty about it as they used to be; they are quite properly a little shamefaced. Their Eskimoish enduements are relics of the past age of 'collegiatism.' Students now wear them for lack of polo coats or Chesterfields...
...Note,--Dean Gauss, laus Deo, is right. The raccoon coat is very nearly extinct. But is he not mistaken as to the cause of its disappearance? Perhaps a more effective reason for its demise was its adoption by the drugstore cowboy and the "Harvard Square student" and a consequent bringing of the college man to a realization of his grotesqueness. --Dean Gauss of Princeton, in the Saturday Evening Post...
...publisher of high standing made such a gesture it would have been white-hot news. When Publisher Bonfils did it, and splashed the telegram as "news" on the Post's dizzying front page, it received about as much space in other newspapers as if somebody had shipped another raccoon to the White House...
...today, at the Stadium at Soldiers Field, we, in our sober gray uniforms, will envy you for your raccoon coats and gayly-colored scarfs. We well envy you for your dates after the game. In our staid military formation, we will envy you for the girl at your side. But these are merely passing fancies. Offer us all of the freedom in the world; offer us New England's culture; offer us John Harvard's learning and variety of courses: we would be tempted; but we would choose West Point
...President Coolidge, Mrs. Coolidge, John Coolidge, two white collies, two chows, Rebecca Raccoon arrived in Washington. At the station to meet the Presidential party were Cabinet Members Mellon, Kellogg, Jardine and Sargent. After handshakes and animal pat-tings, the Coolidges and their companions got into several limousines and swept rapidly through the Capital. Rob Roy, veteran collie, disturbed the ride with bounds, plunges, whines; shedding his white hair on formal apparel, then, he pressed his cold nose against the glass, to get a first glimpse of the White House. Arriving, he bolted down the corridor, into the elevator; jumped...