decision if his judgment were not disabled by the fact that he is one of a group. For this reason, the car calls for chaperonage in the American sense; i.e., the comradeship of some friendly person old enough not to be afraid to advise caution. For these reasons student leaders in communities where there are cars urge women students not to motor at such times or places as will bring discredit to the individual and misunderstanding to the college. They recognize that the best place for a student car is in the parental garage. At the same time, those who realize that the power to make a wise choice is the essence of humanity hope that it will be the individual student himself who will take the initiative and in the interest of the general good forego the slight additional pleasure which the car gives at college.

As regards extravagance in dress and between-meal food, the good judgment of the individual must solve the problem. Sumptuary laws are proverbially vain. Meanwhile, so long as inequalities exist, the student of smaller income can always serve her college by keeping her mind from dwelling upon them, and by remembering the values which make for real democracy.

Of even more fundamental importance to the girl in her relations to the men of her community are the problems involved in dancing. For a decade or more social dancing has suffered from an invasion of stage dances of doubtful or bad taste. From the stage they came across the footlights to the cabaret; from entertainer to guest at the public dance; from the public dance to the country club; from the country club to the campus. The Freshman girl is not so fortunate as her grandmother. Then

good taste was the social mode; now it must be the individual choice. No girl lives very long without finding that she must sometimes assert her own standards of good taste in such matters as dancing when the men of her own circle, her brothers, her cousins, and even her uncles seem to have left her alone. An irresponsible streak persists in even right-minded boys and men, and they look with detached unconcern or apparent approval at the girl who introduces a cheap or daring note. There is no denying that cheapness does win an apparent, though ephemeral, popularity. The girl who dances daringly may have more partners, but she would be unhappy could she hear the merciless comment that men allow each other concerning the girl whose bad taste plays on the edge of bad morals.

But even when good taste and the good principles of the students have eliminated all objectionable dancing, there remain the criticisms which students themselves have made: for instance, when our particular community of students was recently taking thought for the shortcomings of their social life, one young woman struck out the program of reform. "Tell the boys we don't want to eat so much and dance so much." It is worth consideration. For the dominance of dancing in social life makes it hard for men and women to come to know each other in any but the shallowest way, and the more intellectual men of the upper classes draw away entirely from dancing as a stereotyped amusement of which they are weary. "A moron who looked like me could take my place at the week-ends with Percy, the mechanism man, as her partner," said one girl in a cynical moment

as she slipped into a dance frock. The campus cannot make dancing the one conventional amusement of men and women without wasting a golden opportunity.

For all that has been said about friendship applies to the social life of men and women. The college girl can decide whether she wants friends or flirtations. The college man leaves the decision to the college woman, and he will gladly accept her decision for the higher and more lasting thing if she has the courage to make that decision. By cheap familiarity a girl sins against a man's conception of womanhood and makes life more difficult for him than it need be. At her best, the girl who is a friend to a man of her college is kind to his dream. She sells her birthright when she becomes a mere playmate, and forgets that God made her for man's helpmeet. In this and in all her relations with other people, the Freshman woman will find the social life which she wants only if she brings to her quest the deepest human reality she has.

THE STUDENT BUDGET

PROFESSOR SARAH M. STURTEVANT
Columbia University

I. WHAT IS A BUDGET?

"A fool and his money be soon at debate."

"Budget?" I heard our Mary say as she made her plans for college. "Not for me, thank you! What money I have I shall spend for what I wish, when I wish, and where I wish. I may get hard up toward the end of the month, but at least I shall have had some joy while I did have money."

To her a budget seemed a veritable kill-joy, standing by always ready to shake his head at an irregular dish of ice-cream or an extra hour of sleep in the morning. He would mock at her weakness if she failed to keep faith with him, or at her discomfiture if she fortified her resolution and hung on. Either way she would squirm horribly. Being tied to mother's apron string would be freedom compared to being tied to the apron string of a budget.

Now everything went well with Mary at college until one day in November when she learned that she must buy a new book for which she had not planned. It cost two dollars, and she had not a cent. She simply couldn't write home, asking for extra money when she knew how many things mother needed for herself. She would have to borrow of Jane again.

She always had money, and
She had been able to go on

It was queer about Jane. she rarely lost a good time. that last week-end trip that Mary had missed because she was out of funds.

Jane was always "there" and "all there." Mary remembered that she had heard Dean Briggs of Harvard say, "The older I grow, the more strongly I feel that the best thing in man or woman is being 'there'." Yes, that was just where Jane always was. If you were ill, she had time to read to you; if your funds ran low, it was she who would see you through. How did she do it? Mary proposed to find out what seemed to her, as she sighed over the lost party, the secret of a happy life. She saw herself in her mad rush from this to that and that to this, too busy to be "there" to anyone. Her lessons were always behind, so she couldn't give time to people who were ill. Tonight would see her mending her only clean blouse at twelve o'clock. Altogether, life was hard, and she intended to release herself from its tyranny, "come what, come may."

"How do I manage?" said Jane, as she handed over the two dollars. "Oh, I have a budget, and I live up to it. I really like to. You see, it's a method of worrying before you spend instead of after. I balance my income with out-go before expenditures are made or contracted. It is a sane, sensible, and detailed plan for making my allowance go around, and it works. I used to think a budget was a kill-joy, but it makes me so much more comfortable that I wouldn't give it up for anything."

Jane had learned that "the world is so full of a number of things" that no one of us can have them all. There