At last our anticipations are realized. The last number of the Crimson fulfilled our fondest hopes. The funny man has finally blossomed out in all his glory. Even in the editorial columns does he shine in all his brilliancy. With what satisfaction do we read his side-splitting descriptions of men eating their knives and the tables. Oh, Harvard! fair Harvard; pause one moment in your onward march to contemplate the genius and wit of this hitherto unnoticed son of yours.
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A Festivus for the Rest of Us
