The Oxford Commemoration this week appears to have been remarkable
only for noise,—the gallery of undergraduates taking it into their heads to groan and hiss at a Master of Arta in a red tie. This freak was so persistent, that even on the entrance of the Vice-Chancellor nothing could be heard while 'the man in 'the red tie' continued to wear it. At length he took it off and folded it in his pocket, though he has since bound himself by an oath to the editor of the Times to wear it next year throughout the ceremonial, in the hope, if the undergraduates -should still rage and swell, that the continuous disorder would -compel a Commemoration reform. The recitations were even more interrupted than usual, so that not even the English poem, 4' the Newdigate," this year a clever poem on the suppression -of the Isthmus of Suez, by Mr. W. El. Mallock, could be heard above the roar. If the man in the red tie' can really goad the -undergraduates into goading the authorities into enforcing a better discipline, the Red tie at Oxford will have worked much -the same result,—we trust in a less violent manner,—as the Red Terror in Paris.
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