Even the CRIMSON has given up writing its annual editorial about it, but one of the little things that ought to be mopped up around this college before the new deal goes much farther is the difference between the A.B. and the S.B. degrees.

Eheu, Postume

The irrationality of the assignment of these to the graduating young men was slated for a clean-up during the first year of the Conant reign. And then for the second year. And it is still on the docket unless that docket has been thrown away and they've sent out for a clean one.

As everybody knows, the S.B. degree, which, oddly enough, used to mean conconcentration in one of the laboratory sciences, now stands for ignorance of Latin. Now concentrators in biochemistry, who have knocked off Latin CP, whatever it is, are presented with the Bachelor of Arts degree, while men in the fine arts are sent every now and then into this workaday world squirming under the mark of the beast of the laboratories.

Admittedly, the classics have taken more than their share of blows ever the last few years, but logic, one of the classical virtues, can hardly defend the present system. Even Professor Rand, our own Matthew Arnold, would admit that. And an examination in their Latin given at the end of the college course might discourage even the most persistent advocate of this new Caesarism.

This mumbo jumbo confusion of classics and culture is just the sort of thing which Harvard's bewhiskered sages like to pin on poor, confused President Hutchins out at Chicago. It is too bad we have to look at it here. They might give the non-Latinists diplomas written in English, or something like that.