RECORD OWL REVIEWS LAMPY'S YALE NUMBER

For Lampy to condescend to ask the Record Owl to criticise him favorably or otherwise for the enlightenment of the assembled multitude is another proof of the mutual good feeling which exists between the ancient rivals. Moreover, inasmuch as the Big Game issue refrains so kindly from blowing the foam of Yale's sour beer in her face, it is only just that I refrain from similar Menckvenism about what is really a most creditable number.

On the Record we always chose Life as our standard, which incidentally, as Oliver Herford points out, is but a child of Lampy, even if in this case the tail does rather wag the dog.

Perhaps it is unfair to compare the work of College Students, rarely specialists in art and humor, with the best talent of the country, but all the more credit is due where the goal is occasionally reached.

Cover Has Professional Touch

The cover of this number is an example of the above. Seldom has Lampy offered a more professional bit, combined with so apt a title, though I humbly suggest that you can't hunt Tad's Bulldog with such antique firearms.

The prologue fails to convince you that you are really through the adds, but perhaps it would be unfair to give it the necessary punch since one more sheet of the art camouflage is still to be hurried by. In fact the business board, whose numbers look sufficient to handle the destinies of a corporation, seem to have undue influence as they again break into the easy flow of Lampy's pages, effectively blocking all but the persistent, in location of a final page of mirth cheered by two excellent drawings. Make-up makes or breaks a woman, depending upon a man's taste, and Lampy cannot afford to hide its charm behind an impenetrable wall of adds.

Of the art, the centerpieces (I hope the dainty dish is poisoned) and a small cut including his Majesty Arthur, are rather fine pieces of drawing. The latter seems to have sneaked in on that estimable quality alone. Merwin's "If Harvard were run by Yale" is a really humorous page and deserves to be featured in the issue.

"Drool inclined to be Trite"

The "drool" to call it by its Record title, is inclined to have nothing to do with the issue and in places does seem a bit trite. This is only to be expected when one considers how carefully the subject has been combed for years, only to dig out the old wheezes and ancient inane comments that cracked the face enamel of our Grandmothers.

Oliver Herford, as might be expected, leads the field against his less experienced fellow contributors. However his is far from the only good piece written, witness the "Diary of Unstable Gentleman's an excellent thing in the way of humorous prose.

The various conceptions, all amazingly inaccurate, of the scene of Saturday's battle royal, call to mind the fact that it is some years since old Eli has had the privilege of entertaining in its peculiar arena Be all this as it may, Lampy in spite of its years is a very lively paper, and may I in closing add that a certain venerable canine is not dead yet.