And now we come to the latest scene in the everlasting New York municipal comedy, that of Grover Whalen tearfully relinquishing the keys of office as the strains of the Maine Stein Song rise from the beret-covered ranks of the police school rookies. Despite the singing, the hearts beneath the natty gray sweaters are sad because the chief is leaving. No more will the pastel shade of the berets change in advance of the latest Hollywood college styles.

The eye to windward will be blind. That of veteran policeman Mulrooney can hardly be expected to measure from afar the width of London's latest white trousers. So it is with a true feeling of sadness that each cadet sings official police words:

"We thank the Mayor for our boss

"We hope we'll get no other.

"Let's give him a hand once again.

"If he should leave, it be our loss. . ."

Maybe when the Whalen trained youth don the blue of authority, they will remember their college days. It behooves us to learn the police words. Then when an irate cop orders us to drive over to the curb we can wait till he comes alongside and then swing into the stirring chorus:

"To the rules, to the laws,

"To the duties we have before us, etc."

When the policemen removes his cap and lifts his voice in song, it is time to be off. Music hath charms. Cornell Daily Sun.