Editors Daily Crimson:

DEAR SIRS. The profound mystery of Hastings Hall seems to be unfathomable. Why there should be a mystery, however, has not yet been explained. Surely let us hope that some one is enjoying the present uncertainty in regard to Hastings. One day it is rumored about that the building will be opened "next week." Our rising hopes are dashed the next instant by a contradictory report to the effect that no rooms can be entered until Christmas. Perchance we make humble inquiry at the bursar's office. The gentleman across the desk smiles blandly and says he knows absolutely nothing about the matter. Under this mystical cloud remains the plain fact that scores of students are living about Cambridge in extremely inconvenient quarters, and in an unsettled condition anything but conducive to satisfactory work or to a happy frame of mind. If we could only get information from some source about the real state of the case we might make definite arrangements for the future. The contractor, the architect, the bursar, the president-some one might have an opinion which might be communicated and which it is unjust to withhold.

ONE OF MANY SUFFERERS.