"Harvard Men" in bold-face type caught the Student's eye as he idly thumbed his Herald-Trib. Richards Watts, Jr. was expatiating on a play he had just seen, apparently against his will, at the Bayes Theatre. The play, it seemed, dealt with Harvard men, and this stalwart son of Columbia (Class of 1921) was venting his spleen by mild witticisms on the Mother of American Education and Endowed College par excellence.

"Just before the first act someone sings 'Fair Harvard' offstage, which puts everybody in a properly sentimental mood," Mr. Watts observed nastily. The Student smiled indulgently; so steeped in indifference was he that he passed lightly over this affront to his Alma Mater.

Not until the next morning was he shown the folly of his ways, when a soul-stirring expression of sympathy poured out of his mail-box. A distant collegiate acquaintance, driven by passion to the extremity of correspondence, pointed out how grossly maligned Harvard had been, how irreparably besmudged her lovely escutcheon. "Demand satisfaction at once!" the letter urged. "Oh, dear, if such a thing should happen to Yale!"