Spring brings her senior superlatives in the form of the best dressed, most charming, least objectionable and what not members of the graduating class. Perhaps it is the American mania for statistics, or the general vernal disintegration of mental faculties which produce these announcements that bring such joy to the hearts of collar manufacturers and movie stars. At any rate they are the vogue in many places, including, Princeton. And although Harvard possesses no superlatives of its own it has managed this year to receive mention in the array of immortals; for is it not ranked by the discerning Princeton seniors as the third of the favorites women's college? Such popularity must be deserved.

It is a touching tribute--this gallant Jersey gesture. Somehow when the world seems blue and clouds are gray and everything is in accordance with the best traditions of Irving Berlin, then it is pleasantly enervating to be showered with fulsome praise. Life, after all, is worth living and one can arise in the morning, or whenever one is accustomed to arise, with the feeling that there is something left--not much, but something. And if there is a slight miscalculation on the part of Princeton--no harm at all is done, for, as the Gilbert and Sullivan gendarmes sing, "to us it's evident, that your intentions are well meant." Like Latin nouns there are three classes of colleges: Smith and Vassar, the senior's first two choices, are feminine; Harvard is apparently both; and Princeton must, by the process of elimination, acknowledge that its position is undesirably neuter.