The Vagabond has, in the last few years; become particularly "architecture-conscious", (if he can use such an ill-sounding phrase). He has his reasons. From his lofty tower in Memorial Hall he looks down on one of the most remarkable piebald roofs in America, and the maze of nineteenth century fire-escapes has long intrigued him. He would hate to have to use them in case of fire, but then, they provide a good roosting place for pigeons. Far to the southwest, with binocular to eye, the Vagabond can spot, on clear days, the small American flag which marks the highest piece of steel in the tower of the new Eliot House, a building which he supposes marks the zenith of the Harvard architectural renaissance. In between stretches a weary waste of brick buildings, some particularly pleasing to the eye, some particularly shocking to the taste, and the great majority hopelessly indifferent.

The Vagabond knows one way in which he can free himself from the atmosphere of red brick. He can go to the Fogg Lecture Room at eleven this morning and hear Prof. Edgell expound the glories of French Gothic. He has been to this group of lectures on Gothic before, and he will doubtless go again, for if he should ever grow weary of the text of the lecture he will never tire of the slides which illustrate it.

TODAY

11 o'clock

"French Gothic Architecture", Professor Edgell, Fogg Large Lecture Room.

12 o'clock

"The Third French Republic", Professor Artz, Harvard 1.

"Berlioz", Professor Hill, Music Building.

3 o'clock

"The Theory of Interpretation", Professor Richards, Server A.