Christmas Eve with its merry bells, twinking trees and crunchy walks had gone. New Year's Eve with even gayer gongs had arrived. All too soon the old was going out and the New Year coming in. Miss Modern Collegian, in the midst of a confetti festival in the home town, was lost in serious thought. For the first time in her 4 college years she was disturbed. She wished to do something original fresh- and call it "Resolution." She knew her friends would gaily bring to the light from the dark closet shelf their old resolutions, dust them off, and cry triumphantly, "Here they are, all fresh, my 1935 resolutions!"