A rolling stone, says the age-old proverb, gathers no moss, and by a slight extension of the idea it might be added, that a vagabond is as little likely to acquire property. Yet property is a rather pleasant thing to hear about, and it something about it. So after due consideration I think that I shall probably be found at nine o'clock this morning on my way to Harvard 2 to hear Professor Yeomans speak in Government 19b on the conflict between the police power and the so-called Due Process clause with especial emphasis on how this opposition affects the deprivation of property.

It has often seemed to me that I must be somewhat infected with a disease most prevalent among the German eighteenth century romantics, namely, longing for Italy. Italy and Italian art have always seemed to me realms of perfect beauty. At 11 o'clock in the Fogg Museum Professor Edgell in Fine Arts 1d will lecture on Umbrian and North Italian Painting, and the opportunity seems too good to miss.

A great deal has been said, principally by the more conservative element, derogatory to the modern dance.

It has been decried by many of this genre as being a relapse to a sort of civilized primitivism, while the latest steps are looked upon by them as a species of war dance dressed up and transported to the ballroom. I have always had a desire to know just how much foundation these contentions have, so I shall not be missing today when at 12 o'clock Professor Tozzer speaks in Anthropology in the Semitic Museum on the primitive dance.