The principal contribution to the November Monthly is a poem, "Prometheus Pyrphoros," by J. T. Stickney '95. The poem is an attempt to imagine what was contained in a lost play by Aeschylus. The versification, however, which is almost entirely of blank form, does not follow the model of the ancients. Instead of ten syllables to a verse there are more often eleven, with now and then a passage in rhyme. The style as a whole is very subtle and obscure. The basis of the poem is the fable of Prometheus: He attempts to bring light and fire to the people of the earth, then in darkness, but only partly succeeds; and in the end ruins himself. Out of this myth has been developed a philosophical back ground for the poem, having as its theme the thought that, when people make an effort to better the world they are always successful, though they may seem to fail.

"The Mutiny on the Ranger," by Rowland Thomas, is a lively tale, well written and humorous. There is some good character work in the portrayal of the men in the forecastle.

James Platt White has given us in "Mr. Frothman's Ambassador" a most intelligent criticism of the manager's mutilation of Mrs. Cragie's play and of his actors' mutilation of her characters. One feels with the critic that while "his Cragie's women stab each other with exquisitely wrought stilettos, Frohman's actresses knocked each other down with bludgeons."

Probably the best thing in the paper, however, is "A Song for Autumn" by R. M. Green. It is a delicate bit of verse and so musical as to suggest Tennyson,-particularly the songs in "The Princess."

"The Genius of Stephen Crane" by G. H. Montague is another critical writing. Though in the main appreciating Crane's genius as a writer of vivid war stories, it attacks his work in general on the ground that skeptical realism held him down to too narrow limitations.

The editorials comment favorably on the H. A. A. ticket system adopted this year. It is also suggested that the price of admission to the football games be raised in order to shut out those who have made themselves objectionable at the games by "hooting and jeering cheaper than what can be heard on a summer afternoon at the South End Grounds."