It all happened in New York over the Navy week-end. What with the new extension of the Riverside Drive parkway under the George Washington Bridge, the shades of night which had long since fallen, and a feeling of vague satisfaction about the football situation--what, as we have said with all these mingled elements the lights of Gotham presented a somewhat unfamiliar picture. We managed to get around a couple of the rotaries and then after a few moments of blind flying found ourselves inexplicably and inextricably in Central Park. A friendly soul had told us that the third right would bring us out but the third right seemed to be mainly sidewalk and the fourth right was distinctly a stone wall.

But in time a policeman loomed up, and gazed at us attentively while we were about to frame our question, asking for direction to one of the smaller but gayer places for sustenance, but before we could put all that into words, the policeman said, not at all unkindly, but with a definite note of reproof, "Straight ahead and turn left at the next traffic light for Harvard Square."