Now and then news comes from the educational stockade which cheers us with the certainty that the world does move. What excites us at the moment is the report that a certain poet and scholar of our acquaintance has made a choice which if we were engineers we should calculate in the foot-pounds of inertia overcome--that is, if we were competent at dealing with large figures. This poet and scholar has long had the fate to be efficient in university administration: he could make one pink card do what two blue cards had done before; he could chart the careers of professors and plot the curves of deans; he could embroider academic records in beautiful sampler designs, and prune, if need be, catalogues and committee reports into the most lovely shapes--hearts, crosses, pyramids, love-knots. Because he could do this he was made to do it, though he regularly protested. But after years of protest and endurance he has--if we may be pardoned a not wholly academic figure--kicked up his heels and run away. The born administrators, he seems to realize, are the fellows to do the administering; he proposes to go back to his studies. How simple things would be if all poets and scholars could follow his example! But how hard they seem to find it! The Nation