NOT WISELY, BUT TOO WELL

As the Sage has often remarked, Radcliffe girls are frequently heard, but never seen. This morning's voice from across the Common comes as the latest development in the new, and hitherto unannounced Radcliffe-Lampoon union. This sudden domestication of the last celibate Jester sets in relief the bachel-orhood of the CRIMSON's Vagabond, who though romantic, is surely not gullible.

Of course, the young lady who contributes to the Daily, and who is not loath to state just what her reactions are, may next time see fit to make the obvious retort to bachelorhood. But she must be warned that the last word is also obvious: 'Tis better to have loved and lost.

To the Lampoon, the CRIMSON offers its heartiest congratulations, but can not refrain from wondering how much this is a case of Shanghal Jester. The Daily maid has made the man from Mt. Auburn Street's bed; now they must lie in it. Old Miss Primson of Plympton Street will hasten her knitting.