THE prevalent feeling in the class of Seventy-seven in regard to Mr. Warren's photographic efforts is decidedly one of disappointment. Perhaps it is safe to say that much was not expected; for the selection of the committee was at the very best but a leap in the dark, and nobody had any expectation of landing on terra firma. Certain it is that if by terra firma is meant good faithful work, the result shows a wide gap between land and water. For ourselves, we saw at the time no reason why Mr. Notman should be cast aside and the self-styled (Cambridgeport) "Celebrity Photographer" should be employed in a work which requires tact, taste, and skill. By remembering just where a man sat in a group picture we have been able after much study to recognize a few lineaments of one or two of our most intimate friends. One man, with whose clear, bright eye we were all familiar, comes out under the "Celebrity Photographer's" manipulation Homeric in his blindness. Another, whose mild, good-natured countenance is almost proverbial, by some mysterious process is changed into a hardened roue just returned after ten years' dissipation on the Continent. Another's is very good, if considered as an ambitious study, but is very little of a likeness. In early Greek art it was customary to have the name of the subject printed under the picture. In this infancy of photographic art we recommend to have each man's name stamped in heavy capitals under his picture. Again, in attending to orders by mail, Memorial waiters, chemistry tutors, or college scouts have been stupidly returned for such men as Mr. Lowell, Norton, Bowen, or Goodwin. We have no personal feeling against the "Celebrity Photographer," but we feel it our duty to warn any succeeding class against such negligence, lack of taste, and incapacity as the Cambridgeport "Celebrity Photographer" has shown.