NO MAN'S LAND

Sampson wielding the jawbone of an ass couldn't have raised more ructions in the ranks of the Philistines than did "Audacious" with his recent rating and berating of Boston's crop of debs. The article published in the current number of the "Tatler", and taken up with high gleo by the Boston press" classifies some one hundred and thirty lassies in various categories and finds that very little of a complimentary nature can be said about most of them. One is inclined to say, rather meanly, that one isn't surprised.

Of course the cream of the milking, the grade A girls, are pretty well pleased, while all the others who managed to keep out of "no man's land", that area where strangely enough the signs of battle are least in evidence, can't kick. And at least the tail enders can console themselves with the thought that they are in the majority, which is what counts in this democratic country of ours.

The eventual effect of this little exposure of "what there is in a name" is still highly problematical. It's just possible that the disappointed will get a job, while the well-advertised should find little difficulty in hooking a fish without going through the formality of going fishing. The net result would be a solution of the deb problem for the current season, though there is a feeling that it would take more than one such solution to lay the ghost of the deb business permanently.