With the last issue of the Advocate, the senior board yield the management of the paper to the hands of worthy successors. That our contemporary has been steadily improving in its quality of literary workmanship throughout the past two years is a fact which has been a matter of open comment from many quarters. May the old lady continue to gain more and more admiration as she grows older. It is certain that her sons from eighty eight will reflect as much credit on the family name as their brothers from preceeding classes have done in the past. But there is one complaint which Dame Advocate makes, and very justly too. She tells us that eighty-nine has failed in doing its share of the work which must be done. In other words, to put the disagreeable fact in plain English, the present sophomore class is either singularly devoid of literary ability, or else is a model class for laziness.

The first horn of the dilemma we wish to avoid as long as possible, the second is scarcely less disagreeable. But the statement remains true that out of the whole class only eight men ever tried to do anything for the college press, and of that number but five have as yet satisfactorily demonstrated their fitness for more than mediacre work. Why such a state of things should be is almost inexplicable. The small amount of work required of an editor upon any one of our college papers certainly brings more than its due reward in the pleasure and experience gained. Therefore, eighty-nine, let us all hear more from you; you have a large field to pick from in the four Harvard papers and your ideas can find expression somewhere if they are worth reading, whether merry light, grave, or newsy. And, ninety, let this same paternal reprimand fall deep into your timid hearts; for what has been said of eighty-nine applies to you as well.