The morning's Press is reprinted as a reprimand to those adolescents who are prone to regard Boston journals as witless panders to the rabble. In its blissful if irritating myopia, youth can scarcely appreciate the ripe sagacity which directs the composition of news and editorials in the great world. But here the adolescent is appealed to in familiar terms. Only the purposeful blind can fail to detect in this piece that genteel sense of humor, that same mellow perspective which graced the manipulation of Captain Armstrong's publicity.

In the present incident, Mr. Robert Choate, the Herald's managing editor, has again exhibited that reckless courage which is the badge of his clan. He realized full well, of course, that a very large portion of his readers would take unreasoning offense, charging that the Herald had ventured, without provocation, into a field about which it knew little. He must have known that others would suggest, unjustly, that he had hoped to please thereby the good people of Chelsea, Dorchester, and East Boston. But Mr. Choate stoically disregards arguments so patently prejudiced. He prints what he thinks. He deserves his reputation in Boston's journalistic world.