THE BRONZE PUP

Down at New Haven, someone wanted to rear a brazen bulldog in a public place, to symbolize the spirit of the Yale teams. But when the secretaries of the classes who would have given it were consulted, the proposal met with unanimous and overwhelming opposition. Probably, these secretaries saw visions of thousands of editorials, filled with "golden calves" and "sacrifices to Molech" and were wise.

Other institutions, less in the world's eye, cherish their idols without fear of comment or reproach. Generations of Annapolis men have worshipped the famous "Tecumseh, god of the passing mark," while the destinies of Amherst are shaped by that elusive goddess, the "Fair Sabrina," who appears to mortal eyes at yearly intervals. At Harvard, there is no god except the Subway rotunda, but since this is not generally known, it has given the "American" few headline thrills.

But Yale, due to its conspicuous position, has passed up a perfectly good idol. Perhaps mobile bulldogs are more in favor than the stationary, stoical variety.