And drear confinment dulls our feeble brains,

Somewhere the carefree bathe their idle feet

In pools of soft warm dust on country lanes."

More of these would be a welcome substitute for awkward drawings by ham artists copied with two line jokes cribbed from the files of "Captain Billy's Whis Bang."

It is not as though Mr. Cook's regime was typified by the Lampoon at hand. We have bull-baitings and yokel-bumpings aplenty to testify to the enterprise characteristic to the board for the last year. Certainly no issue of any college humorous publication ever attracted the nation-wide attention secured by the famous suppressed edition of last spring, nor were the gendarmerie of any community ever so satisfactorily exposed as were the copys of Cambridge upon that memorable occasion.

It may be that the unhappy season of vacations and midyears affected the editors of the Lampoon while preparing this particular number. But at all events, something should be done about it