EDITORS DAILY CRIMSON:- Now that the ubiquitous freshman sucking his thumb is seen at every corner of the street-poor lost lamb-it seems but right that we, seniors juniors, and above all, world-possessing sophomores, should give him the benefit of our experience and point out to him not the many things that he should do, but the immediate things he should not, for the sins of commission are much more animadverted upon at Harvard than those of omission; and indeed a man who does nothing here, not even work, is sure to be a most respectable member of society or societies, and an individual worthy of every consideration.

Let him not mistake the office for a bear garden, nor Wadsworth for an ice-house. Let him not despise the in offensive cigarette and sicken upon the masculine bulldog. Let him not drink too much lemonade, nor think a remorse should be worn conspicuously. Let him not drag about a stick he can't carry for two consecutive minutes. Let him not play the drum at midnight, nor boast of wild feats he never attempted, nor attempt wild feats he can never perform. Little boys should be seen and not heard, and not seen too much either.

In a word, let him not be "fresh." If his betters, the seniors, chose to go down in the mud and bite car tracks, that is an eminently respectable thing for them to do. They are not "fresh." They are only clinging to the last relics of a vanished childhood. But he, the freshman, with all the innocent freedom of a child in bib and tucker, has also all said child's ignorance of convention. This let him put in his pipe- if he can use one-and smoke, for we speak to him of the fullness of our heart or hearts (for, like the grilse, we have two: one in our tail for use, which is small, and one for ornament, which is large), and our words are born of experience, for we, too, the withered, were once green. DROPPED '33.