LEAP YEAP AT THE UNION.

The University fable that the girl of the Junior Dance is the Senior fiancee meets unusual circumstances tonight. Realizing that 1920 is leap year we are lost in conjecture, wondering how the delicate feminine intuition will avail itself of this opportunity to usurp the masculine prerogative. In the lilt of a Strauss waltz or the sensuous rythm of a fox trot the Harvard undergraduate loses that abstraction which is so noticeable in the lecture hall. He will be engulfed, a little by the soft eyes and wavy tresses of some maid, and Harvard indifference will give way to a flush of crimson color.

Cicero, after he had become an old man, is said to have remarked that his life had been spent in the search for a conception of ideal beauty which he had not found in any living model. The celebrated orator never had the opportunity to attend a Junior Dance in person! But his plaster bust in the hallway of the Union will have a chance to view the youth and beauty that congregate there tonight. Thus, by some quip of fate, the great Roman, though long dead, still continues his quest. As Gray wrote in his "Elegy," our fires seem to live even in their ashes.

Will the jazz of the saxophone suggest to Cicero's stony ears the flourish of trumpets? These classic features will forever grace such occasions and these lips will forever be silent although the heart of 1921 thrills with youth and laughter.