PASS THE COUGH-DROPS

The printed word exercised its powers repeatedly and emphatically; over the radio was the message proclaimed; voices were even heard from the skies. Yet the cry of the scoffer persisted, and though but an undertone it would not be suppressed. The bandage slipped, said some; others of more astuteness detected clear proof of Machiavellian schemes involving the use of drugged coffee. But at last the faintest murmur of discord is doomed to disappear, and not from any outward violence but through inward conviction. For, as is announced in another part of to-day's CRIMSON, the not unheralded blind-fold test on behalf of Old Gold cigarettes is to be held today in the CRIMSON building and is open to all comers.

Mohammed and King Canute were no less successful in their contests with the forces of nature than are most attempts of mere mortals to feel the thrill of seating in the seats of the mighty. And yet, in metaphor at least, that is what the applicants are privileged to do in this trial of their judgment. For, to choose but one from a notable array of the great, has not the one and only Babe Ruth rendered his verdict in just such a test? The name of an equally famous athlete who is rumored to have chosen wrongly has not been as widely circulated; nevertheless his example may serve to comfort any similar unfortunates in today's sweep-stakes. But no loyal son of a college whose team has defeated Yale's in a competitive examination can doubt that when the smokes of battle have cleared away the last white line will have been passed with at least an honors grade.