MELANCHOLY DAYS ARE HERE--

It is with , trepidatant that one attempts to express via the printed word and still more particularly via a daily newspaper any appreciation of beauty. Recriminations are too easy and accusations too ready; even now the words of the colored gentlemen, to the effect that "they are SO soft" ring in journalistic ears.

Nevertheless the storms of ridicule may be braved more sanguinely because of the subject--and that is that the Yard at this season of the year is magnificent. It is always impressive; in its autumnal garb it is even more so. Last spring when one half of the Yard was in the throes of an abdominal operation the scene was still sufficiently vernal and sufficiently inspirational to warrant odes and lyrics. And now, when there is nothing more disturbing than the sight of John Harvard in the hands of his tailor the sight is worthy not of mere editorials but of an urban Words-worth. While it is true that familiarity with some things breeds nothing but contempt, familiarity with this panorama breeds nothing but continued appreciation.