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EDITORS DAILY CRIMSON: In spite of much ridicule and many rebuffs, I dare once more challenge answers scornful and depreciating in your hitherto hospitable columns.

There has been much discussion of the possibility and advisability of a University Club. And against it have been urged such arguments as that the Harvard indifference would nip the club in the bud, and that there was no sufficiently widespread motives to bring students within its hallowed precincts.

"Now it is this latter preposterous statement that I would disprove, annihilate, subvert - leaving not one stone on another. Of all the emotions that rule mankind, the most universal, the most persistent, is the longing for rest; second to it, and hardly less all-embracing, is the desire for joy, for laughter - the sweet laughter of the Homeric Gods.

Our paradise is but a place of laughter and rest, and all our labor under the sun has for sole object rest and joy, whether of satisfied ambition, or of power.

We are an intellectual and progressive race, and most of our laughter is a sarcastic. We love the wit that discovers a filaw, and we ridicule all that do not lead our eternal advance.

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Why not then use these two great emotions, desires of rest and of laughter, as mainsprings to urge the machinery of the University Club? Why not revive the Naval Club?

Thus would that blessed state of idleness which is the state of the Gods, be encouraged in our midst. O, The happy Nirvana of Buddha, the negation to live of Schopenhauer, be made easy to us infantile pupils in Phil. I.

So might we, ridiculing all things like the great cynic, despising all things that are of this world like the sublime Futze, live delicious lives amid imperishable laughter at those follies and absurdities of Puck, Life, Punch, the Faculty and the Lampoon that alone make life worth enduring.

Have I not, to my despisers, solved the great question? Go ye and laugh, go ye at night and prowl round the streets and grin like dogs. '90 is vindicated at last!

HOPEFUL NINETY.

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