The old proverb of the crusts of bread, entrusted to the tender care of the merciless waves, which returned after many days in the shape of countless biscuits and rolls. has once more been exemplified; and this time somewhat nearer home than the scene of the original occurrence. A little less than a year ago the predecessor of the DAILY CRIMSON in the province of daily journalism at Harvard, gave vent to its long pent-up feelings on the subject of the strange language in which the Quinquennial catalogue has been printed since the dark ages. This language was reported on good authority to be a close adaptation of that famous tongue which gave birth to the words (since adopted as the favorite motto of the athletic committee) "Veni, vidi, vici." But, alas ! strange inconsistencies have crept in with the progress of civilization, until we doubt if even Caesar himself would take much pleasure in perusing the contents of the catalogue of the present day.

Such considerations as these led us to direct our editorial to the board of overseers. These gentlemen, with the promptness which marks all their proceedings, read the same, pondered upon it, and-were convinced. From that day to this they have been gradually screwing their courage to the sticking point. The sticking point has at last been reached, and their courage has stuck. A vote has been passed advising and recommending that the catalogue hereafter be printed in English, our natural tongue. There seems, then, little doubt but that hereafter we shall be able to recognize ourselves when her names appear in the quinquennial catalogue.

"Verily, a little thing sometimes brighten about a great reform."