BY REQUEST

Not one, not two but many have been the complaints of those who see in these continuous couchings of various individuals upon the Yard grass at all times and sundry one more example of primitivism that curse of curses and anathema of anathemae. Nor or they far from wrong.

There is a place for everything and everything in its place--and that is not the grass of the Yard. When the bovine and divine contact little is left of the Aristotelian ambition for a thinking man--and yet--one must admit that the stones of Widener steps grow no softer with the years. So perhaps these Rousseauistic recumbants are a bit justified--perhaps.