Simultaneously comes the news that Bryn Mawr girls have succumbed to the temptations of a luxurious Sunday morning breakfast in bed while their Wellesley contemporaries, in order to enjoy a puff of a cigarette prohibited in Wellesley and Natick, are making a daily trip to Boston and back between morning and noon classes, luxuriating in clouds of tobacco smoke and monopolizing the Boston and Albany smokers at the expense of the male passengers.

The rigours of academic slavery have been borne long and patiently by the students of Harvard, but it remains for feminine wiles to solve the problem of servitude and point to an escape from the rules and regulations attendant upon procuring a higher education. The beautiful Bryn Mawr damsel lounging on her silken pillows until the Sabbath noon, a buttered roll in one hand and a volume of Aristotle in the other is a symbol of emancipation from the monotonous machinery of the modern institution of learning. Not to be outshone, the Wellesley intellectual blows smoke rings in the safety of a Boston and Albany compartment while she devours Kantian theory and considers herself the apotheosis of the new woman freed from the shackles of boring official pronunciamentos.

In both cases. America's young womanhood has demonstrated that its individuality is not to be imposed upon and that no matter how flatly its educational dish is cooked up by the authorities, it will spice it with its own luxurious and adventurous nature. Physically, aesthetically, mentally, the Bryn Mawr and Wellesley students rise above the prosaic materialism of their rival sex and epitomize the resourcefulness and progress of femininity.