The various departments of Harvard, sayeth the Vagabond this fair morning, have individual cycles of greatness. There was the English department, which boasted of Briggs, Copeland, Perry, Hurlbut, and countless others. The Vagabond had spasms of fear last spring that the glory that was English was beginning to suffer a tangible decline. For such upward trends, symbolized by the youthful Murdock and Matthiessen, he is thankful a bit.

Howsoever, to get down to cases, a thing this columnist by his very nature, finds hard to do, there are a few rare personalities left from the old school of English teachers. The one he has most in mind today is, perhaps, the lion of them all. Individual in appearance, delivery and thought, rich in scholarship and anecdote. Professor Kittredge, one of the remaining "Great Men", is possibly the only reason every freshman should be forced to concentrate in English, like it or no. There is a legend to Kittredge, made up of countless stories, told by him and of him which should never be allowed to escape Harvard posterity.

To get off the heights Kittredge is one of the few enthusiasms the Vagabond permits himself the wanderer should sometime or other find his way into Harvard 6 any Monday, Wednesday, or Friday morning at 10 o'clock and find the most pleasant combination of Shakespere and Kittredge.

TODAY

10 o'clock

"Fall of the Whigs", Professor Abbott, Emerson J

11 o'clock

"Evolution of Tactics", Colonel Sturgill, Pierce 110.