Yale has always fastened its banner to this criticism of life. For years it was “Harvard affectation” that Yale ridiculed. To-day freaks are not seriously condemned; it is the dilettante who plays into the hands of satire. Insincerity is the unpardonable sin. But the method of punishing is humor. The world crushes the apocryphal with an iron heel, but Yale kicks it deftly out of a college window. It is the intelligent method. And naturally. For common sense has become almost a Yale idiom.
Maxwell E. Foster.
A Drama for Two
“If men are dust, I do not understand
What women are. What language does she speak,
Who plays with me as children with the sand,
Who shapes me with a gesture of her hand,
And floods me in the crimson of her cheek?
Our fingers in our passion did entwine,