A splendid feeling for the fitness of things inspires that ever growing class of intellectuals who adorn the backs of their slickers with wholesome sentiments of tender passion. And how the boys are learning to draw, too: fine big letters, girls' names, and even an occasional picture bring back sweet memories of rainy days at High School. It hurt a man awfully to have to stop ornamenting his slicker when he came East from Wide-Wide Plains, Kansas, and some even wandered as far as New Jersey so that they could continue this normal practice.
What will be the joy then in many simple hearts to learn that the flapping oilskins on the damp boardwalks of Cambridge are also coming to be adorned with hearts, arrows, and an intermingling of significant initials. If only their owners could express that spirit of budding manhood by clapping their hands, nudging one another, and snickering a bit, what fun there would be. There is something about the whole practice so in keeping with the stern traditions that have raised Harvard above the class of giggling schoolgirls that it seems well at this time to offer a gentle word of praise and congratulation.