This old fellow, while walking through the Yard yesterday afternoon took a superficial pleasure, albeit tinged with a personal and deep regret, in the fact that his prognostications of last spring have come true with a vengeance. He can remember . . . it was long ago. . . the fall evenings under the branches of whispering trees, as he lay musing on the peregrinations of students on the gravelled walks. Some years later, Widener Library, a truly estimable building of itself, were itself constructed somewhere else, replaced old Gore hall and many of the beauties of Harvard Yard were chiseled away by the workers.

So it was with something of an eye to the past that the Vagabond girded his loins last spring and ventured forth to add his voice to the battle against a new Memorial chapel in the Yard, a battle that was typically doomed to defeat before it began. But then, he felt at the time that as long as Harvard was embracing anglophile leanings of some degree, it might as well replace Oxford as the home of Lost Causes.

To proceed with his present raconteuring. As he meandered . . . among the now paved walks of the Yard, he realized fully that his gaze rested on the glory and the grandeur of a past era. A yawning chasm, with concrete foundation, had replaced the roaming greensward of past years. It was ugly and repellent in the promise of its towering potentiality, a potentiality that upon realization will change the Yard into a Wall Street of shadow and skyscrapers. It would be more fitting, the Vagabond mused, as a monument to a deceased Harvard Yard than to a partisan memory.

Only one detail, naive in its irony, contrived to lift the clouds from the Vagabond's shoulders. As he walked up the path to the Harvard Memorial Chapel he had been guided by signs pointing the way to "the new chapel." When he reached what will presumably be the entrance, his way was barred by another sign: DANGER! KEEP OUT!