How pleasant to walk airily up Holyoke Street these brisk spring mornings, once again convinced that the world is essentially round, and its Creator in His appointed place. Humming a measure or two from Mendelssohn, one crosses Mt. Auburn Street, headed Yard-wards. But as one's gaze falls on the new University Parking Place, the smile of joy is likely to vanish from one's face.
A few solitary cars bear mute witness to the ridiculous financial requirements for space. Six dollars a month is, one mutters, an outrageous price to charge a man for leaving his car with no other cover but the sky. Six dollars a month ... many proprietors near the Square charge less or only slightly more for a roof and steam heat. Six dollars a month. . . four cars or so--with provision for four dozen.
How one wonders can Harvard teach economics with a straight face when a mere glance at the parking place shows the little its teachings are practised? President Lowell used to point with pride to the way Harvard's investments had been handled during the depression. what would he think of the University present internal economics? Aside from the gross injustice to the impecunious student, for whom the Parking Place was ostensibly created, it is hard to reconcile the management of the Lot with the prospect of slashes in the tutorial system. Far more money would accrue to Lehman Hall were the parking rate halved. In that event the lot would be filled; the economics department would no longer run the danger of embarrassment; the impecunious would be aided; and we could finish our trip to the Yard undisturbed so early in the morning by thoughts so alien to scholarly research as false economics, social justice, and human stupidity.