Must This Go On?

Harvard has had more of its share of troubles lately what with the Browning trial and the Nicaraguan question, and therefore when the Boston Post (not Emily Post because Emily is above that sort of thing) turns savagely on this institution and says that Harvard men are responsible for the way Radcliffe girls, dress--well, then, things, as Red Grange used to remark, have come to a pretty pass. Not but that the young ladies at Radcliffe don't wear fetching rigs--ah no, no indeed. There are few more charming sights than to see them flooding into the Cooperative at dusk, trim in their little middies and albeit laughing gaily and swinging their green bags over their shouldrs in wanton manner. But the Post's Fashion Editor or Editress or what you have says that "Radcliffe girls have no incentive to dress smartly, since Harvard men insist on being the most slovenly and 'un-pressed' college men in the country." This bit of libel received intelligent and succinct comment from two of the Radcliffe seniors who, after perusing the vile sheet, were heard to have the following dialogue:

She--"Why, my dear!"

Her opponent--"The very idea!"

This it would appear, concludes what at best has been a very unpleasant incident.

And while we (One, 1) are (is, am) on the subject of pressing:

Lines to a Lady in a Widow

Desist, lady, from your pressing. Listen to a guy confessing That be thinks your hauteur's simply grand.

I'll admit ther's no expressing How revolting, how depressing, Are the crowds who gawp at your hand.

But since you seem so prepossessing Why you sit there keeps me guessing: If sitting bores you, lady--why not stand?

This isn't very pressing and in fact those who pursue frankness to the point of rudeness have told us that it could wait indefinitely--but the time has come when one may remark upon the enormous consequences which have arisen from the contemporary Passing of Arthur.

Hymn to Venus--in the Harvard Manner

Sweeter, yes far sweeter, than this rhythm or this metre is the way the ladies treat you at the Tent. (Tent Tent)

In a manner reassuring and with gazes most alluring They will charm you when you feel on pleasure bent. (bent bent)

But in spite of tempting glance, Blaring jazz and modern dances And the fact that all their wiles for you are meant. (meant meant)

In the end you will desert them, leave them flat, although if hurts them. Because they really aren't intelligent (gent gent)

Invert There isn't any Invert R. T. S.