Brek-ek-ek-ex Siwash!

It we were and Eli, we would organized of Ku Klux party and ride one Mead Minnegeorde on a rail. Certainly no one has written a more ridiculous satire of Yale than this young man. Harvard men must not miss this epic of Siwash, Conn. "The Big Year" (Pulnam's) if it came from Cambridge, would be screamingly funny. As New Have propagands, it is a joke, all right, but not, we fear, by inteution.

George Fitch, when he produce his slap-dash classics of freshwater Kollege Kut-ups, appeased because of his hearty exaggeration. But Mr. Minnegerod has taken it all so seriously! We hope and trust that Yale men are not the self stratified, sitiy prigs which he makes them out to be.

Is it true, do you suppose, that the college hero holds his place because he is six foot two, has curly blond hair and blue eyes and talks baby-talk to flappers? Is it true that the ambition of every student is to get thoroughly plastered, hang around Mory's and Poll's and swank up and son Chapel street? Is it true that books are held in deep disdain, that "Heeling" the new and other institutions with hope of one day hearing the delirium-producing words. "Go to your room!" shouted at one is the great goal?

We do not know whether or not to doubt it. Mr. Minnegerods writes with such glob familiarity and convincing detail of "Tap-days" and "sitting on the old fence" and all those occupations that we always understood were merely manufactured by jealous Harvard men, that we feel he has been more veracious than tactful.

After reading "The Big Year" we have decided not to send our son to New Haven. He would probably do much better at the University of Valpar also--and not find so much rah-rah to distract his mind. The Brooklyn Eagle.