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No kind-hearted man can possibly have any objection to having the youth of Cambridge disport themselves on the gently sloping hill that leads down from President Eliot's house to the Library, when the hard frozen snow invites to sleds and toboggaus. But we do object to having the studious part of the college community exposed to the constant risk of being taken off their feet by the runners of the little coasters as they come flying down the slope. If these innocent children had any conception of the danger they occasion the college "grind," they would immediately desert this well-worn slide and turn the prows of their sleds toward the side of the hill that slopes down to Harvard Street. Will not some authorized person inform these little sinners of the inceptive crimes they commit every day?

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