The young gentlemen of Harvard edit a number of publications, one of them known as the Lampoon and another as the Crimson. The Lampoon, it will be recalled, was recently barred for a few days from the mails. When the editors of the Lampoon arrived on the playing field the other day for the annual baseball game with the editors of the Crimson they were greeted by newsboys selling copies of the Crimson containing a complete account of the victory of their opponents. "Low-minded humorists suppressed by Crimson baseball team" said the headline.

The Lampoon is a funny paper and therefore its editors became angry. They marched upon the Crimson offices, flung mud at the building, broke into the editorial rooms and started a fight. The police reserves were summoned.

This is all highly gratifying. We had feared out this way that the eastern fountains of learning were drying up. We had harbored the suspicion that youth in the east was, if not dead, at least pale and specter-thin. We saw decadence where once had been virility. We remembered recent intersectional games and we thought that down east they had too much blue blood and not enough red.

We were wrong. We sold youth short. Their football players down east may not amount to much but when it comes to fighting, editors they are supreme. --Chicago Tribune.