Following hallowed tradition, the University of Glasgow's 7,000 students piled out last week for one of the biggest rags of their undergraduate lives. Boys & girls donned dungarees, pulled on their shabbiest shirts and football jerseys. Then they crowded into the quadrangle, shouted and shoved, tossed fishheads about, along with such oddments as catsup, rotten fruit and bags of soot. They roared irreverent chants about their retiring rector: "Walter Elliot* has a big, beery nose . . ."
For Glasgow, it was the week to elect a new rector—a distinguished man from public life whose job it will be for the next...
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