O SHADES OF WEBSTERI

Fillbustering, favorite indoor sport of the Senate, is again in vogue. New champions have arisen, whose feats may equal those of the old masters. The requisites for this delightful game are few,-one needs merely a strong constitution and as little real information as possible. Clearly, it is a sport in which practically every Senator can compete.

But not all are really capable. Few can reach Senator Sheppard's mark of ten hours; none have threatened the world's record hung up by LaFollette back in the turgid days of 1908, when, without prompting, he said nothing continuously for eighteen hours and twenty-three minutes. On the other hand, Senator Sheppard eked out his discourse with selections from the Covenant of the League of Nations,-there being nothing else at hand sufficiently long to be helpful,-but these are effete days. Another contender, the pious Senator Brookhart, intends to read the Bible from cover to cover. It is an intriguing prospect to imagine the Gentleman from lowa slowly enunciating the Song of Solomon, while harassed stenographers record each word for the Congressional Record. Other Senators display more originality. Heflin, always genial and diverting, has chosen to lecture on "Egyptology". This subject, while peculiarly apropos in the Senate, is perhaps not quite as entertaining as some other things he might have chosen, such as the "Parody Outline of History", or as appropriate to the object of the filibuster as "Liverpool Jarge" would be.

This merely indicates the overwhelming need for college men in politics. Only in the colleges has the fine art of saving nothing in a profound and impressive style been cultivated to comparable perfection. This is at once the pride of the students and the despair of he professors, but it is evident that the latter are unnecessarily perturbed. The future for those really adopt is magnificent,-the Senate awaits the true artists.

Meanwhile, the Administration's Ship. Subsidy Bill appears to be safely laid up in dry-dock.