"The Stag At Eve" which a few years ago made quite a sensation with its robust and not too polite humor was followed by a series of inferior imitations. The same publishers have brought out a new volume this season entitled "The Bedroom Companion or A Cold Nights Entertainment," which should prove in its own way a very popular successor. Written nominally for male consumption, one may easily predict that it will have universal feminine appeal, or at least more than it should.

The editors have secured an imposing list of talent to enrich their little brain child. There are bawdy cartoons by the leading New Yorker and Esquire artists, articles by Philip Wylie, Rex Stout, and poems by William Rose Benet, Leonard Bacon and Ogden Nash; and one act plays by Hervey Allen and Marc Connelly. The subject matter runs the gamut of the privy and bedroom school of expression.

One may read of the exploits of an Obstetrician who terms himself "Love's Whitewing, or the D. S. C. of the tender passions," or of the horrible torture Mr. Clippey underwent in his frustrated efforts to "wash his hands," or of the sad plight of "a spinster named Gretel, who wore underclothes made of metal," or chuckle over Mr. Nash's delicate eulogy to a privy. But personally we enjoyed most a little song by Odgen Nash entitled "Quartet For The Sidewalks of New York" from which we quote a stanza:

"Dont let him do it on the sidewalk, Lady.

Baby can't afford new shoes.

We wouldn't do it on the sidewalk, Lady;

Neither would a ladylike lady like youse!

We pedestrians will really

Face the roaring traffic daily,

But we feel no obligation

To be canine comfort stations,

We refuse to don galoshes

Every time his hands he washes.

Don't let him, Don't let him

Do it on the sidewalk--

Harvard wins today."

But no more, or we'll spoil all your fun. It is a perfectly safe prophesy that you'll be left quite out in the cold, socially or otherwise, this year if you haven't read "The Bedroom Companion."