FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN

The recently completed study of relative physiques of past and present college generations, besides being of value to the tailors, reveals definite tendencies worthy of a place in a much larger philosophy than that of mere spinal elongation. The policies of the sexes are evidently divergent, with little fusion, union, or community of spirit. Young men of today stand with much more lofty northwestern exposures than did the mossy and hirsute stumps of their fathers, and the young women have decided to be as brief as fashion allows, yielding no increase in those measurements which, in days not long past, were the very foundation of the bustle.

It is with no little fear that one must view the revelations of this report. No longer can it be said that education has a broadening influence. And the new generation has the longitudinal straitness of preceding days without complementary virtues. A woman will still take a foot if offered an inch, and men demand still longer single beds.

With the House Plan, Harvard will perpetuate itself, reckoning little of the future. But the fathers have eaten wild grapes and the children's teeth will be set on edge. Why hope to spare the impending day of athletics for all, and the lank limbs that follow in its tread? No, the hope of the world must be in the women. And even that is an much a case of vanity as of hope. It is really about as broad as it is long. One can only sit by, and muse on hippology.