Graduates of all classes will doubtless remember, perhaps with a smile, that it has always been the CRIMSON'S stately privilege to rise politely and deliver congratulations, welcomes, and glad words to fit any and every occasion of the College year. But it is in no such perfunctory spirit that the CRIMSON steps forward today to salute the graduates.

It is with the fullest appreciation of what each and all of them have done for Harvard in the years gone by that we welcome the members of the fifty-seven classes of graduates who are here to celebrate the day. There is not the slightest need this year to hope that spreads and dinners will be a success, or that all will have a good time. No acute observer is needed to tell us that joy is in the air, that celebration is at the same high pitch as one any pre-war Class Day, and that both will reign triumphant until the last observation-train pulls out of New London Friday night, to the tune of "This is Harvard's Day." Fully conscious of the spirit of the occasion, we rise to drink a toast to the graduates, and to wish them all the happiest of possible reunions.