The universities and colleges of this fair land are crying out against the avalanche of students that press for entrance. Their finances and facilities, they say, are inadequate to care for the mob; they are forced, however reluctantly, to restrict their numbers, put up the bars turn their backs on the democracy that was one of their cherished ideals in the dear dead days, etc., etc. But strangely enough they do nothing to modify the great annual advertising campaign that brings the candidates swarming about their ivied portals. We refer of course, to the intercollegiate football season.

Every fall now, we as a country, go college-mad. We call it the football craze, but nobody who has the slightest knowledge of mob psychology can underestimate the enormous impetus college wards that the absorption in football is giving the youth of America. It is impossible to think of football without thinking also of college. The two ideas are psychological Siamese twins. And it is impossible not the think of football from the day when the first fall practice beguns until after Thanksgiving, unless one is a mental hermit. The thousands of universities and colleges between the two oceans put forth elevens that range the country fighting for national recognition. The papers play up their prowess. Individual players, little colleges, pop into the limelight overnight. And over all and through all blow the tart autumn breezes, whipping up the flames in the follage, and in the girls cheeks, and filling the heart of man with a desire for heroism. To go to college and play football has the same attraction now for the boys of this country that Hollywood has for the girls.

If our college presidents are really in earnest in their desire to reduce the popularity of their institutions we suggest they got together and substitute some form of intellectual exercise for football as the hallmark of undergraduate activity. Judge