The merry widow of Weymouth isn't the only one who has gone to pieces over the strewing of anatomical members hither and yon in Boston harbor. Probably since the case of Sacco and Vanzetti, or at least since Jessic Costello cleaned her boiler, Boston has never had such a good time in its traditional macabre manner. But the current scavenger hunt for the missing "mutilated torso" has them all beat for journalistic interest. It is certain that if Charles Dickens were living today his words would be, "Oops, there goes Mrs. Asquith's head again!" The different angles from which the affair is viewed show an interesting cross-section. The church may look down its nose, and the Boston American may strike new heights of photographic grandeur, but the attitude of a Leverett House goodie has the wistful tone we like best. In commenting upon the horror of it all to one of her "patients," she said, "You never know what's coming next these days. When I think of it I'm scared to get into my bathtub!"