COMING, SO THEY SAY.

We live in a well-meaning but miscalculating community, which insults our dearest sentiments--a community which already has sent the shades of ancient horsecars and the good old days to perdition with garish, glaring lights; a community which demands in the Harvard Square station, of all demands that might have been made, an escalator. Think of rising from a Daedalian subterranean labyrinth through the jaws of Hadrian's tomb into the doors of College House--by an escalator. It is an insult to antiquity.