THE BRIDGE OF SURMISE

The foot-bridge which will lead from the lower reaches of De Wolf Street to the ash-dumps in hither Stadiumland, will not be, as popular belief would have it, a light and swaying bamboo structure spanning the Charles. It will not sag and sway beneath the feet of business school men with their green bags, plodding wearily home from classes. All the illusion of a full moon, rising behind the Brighton Abattoir or whenever it does rise to shine on this new rainbow arch, will be shattered by cold brick and cement. It will be made, alas, to walk on: not as a Freshman promenade but as a Business School thoroughfare. The Chinese element which has argued for a pagoda-like approach, the Indian students who have hoped for pontoons, and the Westerners who felt that they could get along without any bridge, will all be disappointed.