James Bryant Conant, President of Harvard, for the first time has his name in the Boston Social Register. Prominent among the names missing from this year's edition are those of Mr. and Mrs. John Coolidge, the James Roosevelts, and John Davis Lodge, of Hollywood fame. . . .NEWS ITEM.

Foolish was Faust, chemist-supreme of Marlowe,

Who sold for gold his future and his name,

This is the day of Mallinckrodt and Harlow,

And a chemist can sell short and earn his fame.

This is the day when Conants speak to Cabots.

Mary Donnelly's first lady of the state.

Now Boston town is changing all her habits,

America, rise, and see how clean the slate!

When Henry Cabot Lodge was in his heyday,

He did but speak and a Senate understood,

But in this democratized hip-hip-hooray-day,

His grandson John embraces Hollywood.

Calvin's name has made the nation rumble,

But Boston's Blue Book will be no man's slave.

Throw out a Coolidge married to a Trumbull!

Accompanied by a statesman turning in his grave.

If this be treason, let the White House shiver.

Thine own son James reviled before thy eye!

Cast from the door by unrepentant Boston,

Which hallows not the spider or the Fly.

Oh, Bay State Road, flee from this new opponent!

South Hamilton, make ye thy shutters barred!

For blue has turned the blood of James Bryant Conant,

The sovereign of the River and the Yard.

Now debutantes are selling coats and dresses;

Superior judgeships traded for a vote;

The Daily Record's monarch of the presses;

And Camels are kind to Mrs. Lowell's throat!

For Quincy Street is Milton and Cohasset,

And Saltonstalls neglected or abhorred.

Harvard's name shall see no other pass it.

And virtue wins its overdue reward.