The present number of the Lampoon is distinctly profitable. The business managers have scored on the editors; from their point of view it must pay to advertise. The literary and artistic efforts of the number are directed toward the automobile, but writers and artists must still be under the depressing effects of the mid-years, for there is a failure to catch the joys and humors of the horse-less age. The front page, it is true represents Lampy's Trio speeding away from the dusty cloud which spells "gloom," and the centre-place tries to show that the automobile has certain pleasures on the side; there is still a chance, however, for the real humorist of the automobile to show us the conflict between the irate pedestrian and horseman who madly curses all drivers of cars as predatory rich and as pirates, and the wild honk-honk man who whirls from the highway all who do not drive sixty-horse power machines... The punctured tire, the wayside repairs before a humerous audience, the superior man who gives advice, and all the other things of which an automobilist dreams are left untouched; perhaps we may get, a sufficient compensation in the really humorous picture of Pegasus up to date, provided with side-lights, horn, and best of all, a steering-wheel.

Another amusing drawing is that of the Freshman beer night. But the best thing in the number is the drawing and the jest "Handicapped." This is the sort of thing that appears once in a long while; the modest author does not sign his sketch, but he is to be congratulated.

The editors are to be congratulated for dropping the antique but not antic, "By the Way." Their gallantry is not, however, to be commended for "The Development of a Boston Girl," and they should look out for the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children if they drive any more jaded candidates to further efforts such as the alleged editorials.