Nothing is more painful to a delicately-strung nature-and the nature of all Harvard men are delicately strung-than to hear a woman confess that she has been in the wrong. If this statement is perfectly true, every reader of yesterday's CRIMSON must have suffered as he read the communication from Wellesley which we reprinted from University. Nevertheless it is gratifying to us all, and especially to the Pierian Sodality, to learn that the omissions of that memorable evening were not commissions, that it was rather ill-management than ill will that led to the discomforts of the affair. The subtle and delicate sympathy for the members of the Pierian which evidently inspired the men to make the aspersions on the management of the Tennis Association, cannot fail to have a softening influence on the cold and biting memories of that night.

We are assured that this reparation for this "heartrending" episode has already caused the officers and members of our orchestral club to break the vow which they had made never to accept another invitation to play in Wellesley. Now they are in that frame of mind that they can conceive of no more ideal ending to this intercollegiate misunderstanding than an invitation to play in Wellesley in the spring, when balmy moonlight nights enhance the already great charms of that delightful spot.