One of the most trying experiences of Harvard student life is the sensation of daily contact with a source of annoyance which time can never dull and which increases in its power of discomfort as time goes on. The troubles arising from the increasing advent of the "mucker" element have never assumed such proportions as at the present. Every form of this much agitated question has been discussed again and again. And as often the college authorities have refused to take any notice of the matter. But it is at last time that some action should be taken, if not by the faclty, at least by the students themselves, when the omnipresent pest makes itself at home upon our tennis courts and deliberately engages in an offensive scrub game of ball. The college grounds at all hours of the day are the play-ground of youths who find no better enjoyment than in foul language and in playing hockey, polo they call it, upon the effeminate grass. The only active pump in the yard is their headquarters, and the thirsty student is often compelled to await his turn until the individual members of the detail of muckerism which happens to have precedence over him have sufficiently amused themselves and their comrades by various feats of agility of which the pump is the prime motor. It is useless for the faculty to attempt to rejuvenate the sickly sward while it is the camping ground of muckerism. Never has the college been so troubled by this form of torment, and never has the condition of the yard been so deplorable. It is needless to draw conclusions, they are self-evident.