The lilies of the field--

They toil not, Neither do

All of them crochet.

The lilies of the field,

However, are rather good

Looking, especially at

Funerals. Whereas monitors,

Although they toil not,

Nor does everyone of them

Crochet, would not look

Good at funerals. For, after

All, funerals are not so

Sad as examination monitors

Playing with chalk clocks. E. Minus.

This hymn from a Blue Book was in yesterday's mail and had such a touching taint of truth in it that to forbid its inclusion here would be more than criminal. But, though examination monitors are rather cheerless brethren. I have just found that there is an even worse outfit--the Baptists. In Herr Mencken's monthly a long article by James D. Bernard dissolves any of my fond hopes for the Baptists of the world. In truth the casual reader of Mr. Bernard's essay could easily believe that the only difference between Baptist and Moron is philologic. Now this may not hurt you; it may even amuse you. But you, of course, are not a Baptist.

No, you may even be so enlightened as Mr. Heard, Bishop of Bampopo. Bampopo's in South Africa and Mr. Heard is in Norman Douglas' attractively iconoclastic novel, "South Wind." Now he had a most yielding view of south strange sects as Baptists. Classed them with the natives of M'tezo. Incurable heathen, the M'tezo. They filed their teeth, ate their superfluous female relations, swapped wives every new moon, and never wore a stitch of clothes. But they despised lying. One could not help liking them. But Baptists--

Baptists do have their shortcomings. The First Baptist Church of East Charlotte, Vermont, gave a concert last summer, an excellent concert, which about ten people, strangers and atheists, attended; the localites--up there one is a Baptist or a heathen--the localites sat outside on the lawn where it was possible to hear the concert for nothing Yes, you can call the Baptists careful at times--but then so's your--President.

Baptists aren't the only bigoted beggars in the whole of Christendom. In Weaver's "Black Valley," that interesting novel of missionary life in Japan, the author draws a character not too unlike the maligned minister in "Rain" But he doesn't call him a Baptist. He might even be a Methodist or a--So you won't be able to laugh at his Baptistisms. Yet you might read the book anyway. It does not approach Forster's "Passage to India," but it is a very satisfying treatment of an unknown, if narrow, field.

No, Baptists are not the only rough pebbles on the beach of contemporary thought. Why I know a Baptist who read Professor Lake's "Religion of Today and Tomorrow" and was delighted with its subtle sanity. There are demomorons in every church, including that of the Avowed Agnostic which, by the way, has a goodly group of them. And it is this which should worry one rather than the more presence in the would of--Baptists.

For no one can blame the Baptists for this legal, judicial intolerance displayed in Kansas by that worthy, "The Daily Kansan."

"The firemen's ball will not be an authorized party, according to Katherine Klein, president of W. S. G. A. Ruling also to apply to men students."

Nor for this gesture of the powers that be in Oklahoms where the college daily advises that "Women st. Oklahoma University are forbidden to have doses on week day nights. Walking home with a man from the library means dismissal from school." But, after all, this over emphasis on probity may, as the Dakota student so aptly affirms, "be the leaven from which a greater university sprit may grow." And though a Baptist and more inhibited than most, I sincerely hope so.