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"None But The Brave Deserves The Fair"

THE PRESS

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Even in Boston the mutations of time make themselves known; some visually, some tangibly, some even socially. Miss Lowell and Mrs. Jack Gardner no longer dominate Symphony Hall and the Fenway, respectively, the good burghers of Beacon Street draw a veil over the unhappy memory of Lee Higginson's supremacy in State Street, President Lowell is abandoning Harvard to its fate, and now Charles E. Alexander, of "The Boston Evening Transcript," has resigned to seek the ease with honor to which his thirty-five years as absolute arbiter of Boston society entitle him. Perhaps only Bostonians will recognize the cataclysmic significance of this, but even the outer world can glean some idea of its implications when it is stated that Mr. Alexander was the society editor of "The Transcript" and as such held Back Bay, Brookline and the North Shore in bonds transcending those of foudal authority.

Tradition has it that "The London Morning Post" in good, conventional Victorian times could make or mar a marriage by designating the proposed alliance as "suitable" or, by implication, the reverse, and correspondingly to have one's engagement and subsequently one's marriage chronicled in a box on the front page of Saturday's "Transcript" is almost as much of a necessity in Boston as a ring and clergyman. Not to be so noticed is a contingency fraught with horror to the youth and chivalry of the community, and Mr. Alexander always exercised his high calling with discretion and magnanimity. What now may happen with some new arbiter in the office at the head of the stairs on the Milk Street side of "The Transcript" only the gods and, consequently, of course, the Lowells know. New York Herald-Tribune.

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