Often have we, surveying the unlovely aspect of the Square, thought how sordid, mean, material it was; how often have we longed for any change anything that would make the dull glitter of Massachusetts avenue a little less stupid, anything to brighten the gloom of this dismal village.
The fulfillment of our dreams approaches. With a new brilliance will the lights of Cambridge shine. Soon we shall have a modern hostelry in our studious midst. Dimes will click less frequently in the Subway. Gone will be the familiar sight of the early morning straggler in the Waldorf, for in the future Hotel Harvard will receive with open arms the seeker of bright lights and jazz. University guests will no longer seek the doubtful convenience of staying in Boston and commuting to the Square. Cambridge, antiquated, solitary provincial, fades into the Cambridge of the future, a Metropolis sufficient unto itself.