Kudos Is Enviable Stuff, But Professors Can't Survive on It

March is the month for Oscars.

Not to be outdone by Hollywood, or anyone else for that matter, this year's Nisman Fellows have submitted them-selves to the polltaker to determine the winners of the 1951 Harvard Square Academy Awards in erudition, disquisition and just plain good fellowship.

With apologies to none, the Oscars go to:

Frederick Merk--the maximum of vitality and information in an hour's lecture.

Perry Miller--sometimes dill, but never dull. Fast on the pat French phrase.

James (Archie) Gibbons--service without servility, and a martini second to none, at the Signet Club.

Larry Bradshaw--the best coffee on the Square, and with a smile.

Arthur M. Schlesinger, the elder--Nieman godfather.

Archibald MacLeish--brains, with interest.

Florence and Macon Hammond--on such gracious people depends the Harvard house system.

Samuel Eliot Morison--Mr. Harvard.

Edwin O. Relschauer and John K. Fairbank--with seven league boots through the mysterious East. Best two-man act on the Cambridge circuit.

Felix Caraglanes--a heart bigger than his stack of the Times.

Zechariah Chafee Jr.--Harvard's outstanding exponent of drama--in the classroom.

Joseph Hudnut--philosophy plus with equal compelling lectures.

Thornton Wilder--big man, what a busy day!

Robert Haynes--if ever lost in the stacks, just call for him.

James Yule--has lighted the Yule log at Kirkland since 1912.

Louis Hartz--better lectures with his hands than most with his hands than most with words.

Harlow Shapley--a breath of fresh air in an atmosphere some times intellectually mouldy.

Bruce Hopper--so beautiful.

John Finley--Greek classics sound natural on his lips.

Vernon Kennedy--knows where the light bulbs are at Adams.

Theodore Morrison--shows you and tells you.

Robert McCloskey--lectures so round, so firm, so fully packed.