The members of the CRIMSON board are all virtuosos. We are all fond of old china, of bric-a-brac, of everything quaint, curious and antique. We take delight in rare old editions of rare old books in rare old bindings. We even enjoy rare old jokes, and racy remarks. We do not object to having the Advocate and the Lampoon fling their merry jests at us, for they must fill up their columns, and their jocose sayings are not able to hurt. But we should urge a plea to the Lampoon to vary the style of its lively quip. In the last five numbers of that witty sheet we have been alluded to as the "Crime's Own." For the first two or three issues this joke amused the freshmen, who had not heard it before; but even with them the novelty has now worn off. And, of course, to upper-classmen the name is as old as the CRIMSON. It was shown us as a choice relic when we were fresh in the happy autumn of '82. So what we call for is not that the Lampoon cease getting off jokes, but that it concoct something new.