As a matter of fact, we're pretty stuffed with pride just about now, for even the Jacko, than which there can be no funnier magazine (see ad.), has condescended to recognize the humble critical role in which we endeavour to act. As mutual connoisseurs of trivia, we bow, one to the other. However slight the purpose, be it merely to fill out the last lingering inches in the editorial column, yet we are glad—for to be Jacko-fodder is to be something indeed, you see. We suspect that this pacificatory titillating of our ego colors our criticism a good deal, but we did think that the Jacko was good—shall we say for a change? They seem to have established matters on a quantity-before-all-else basistwo have sprung where but one has come before—and we are daily threatened with another. Ah me, it means another day of laughter echoing from all sides of the campus.