To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

It is a sad state of affairs when Freshmen just starting out upon "the shortest, gladdest years of life" so lose their sense of perspective that they see only shame and dishonor to this "great institution of learning" in one of its gladdest phases, a phase that is also its oldest tradition!

Two vital points at least Mr. Nichols, our Freshman advisor, seems to overlook in his recent invective to the CRIMSON, thereby making him nearly as useless an advisor as the overlooking Senior, appointed to teach him our ways of gladness and tradition, has proven.

Far from causing the revolt and disgust to grown-ups described by Mr. Nichols, the truth as known to observers is that the tired populace roars its merriment along with the dilapidated student who from a sitting posture on the floor of the subway gleefully gurgles, "I am to be laughed at--I am--I am!" The Freshman would not deprive the populace of one of its greatest amusements! And from such statements as this the happy one invariably makes it clear that the source of merriment lies not in his University but in himself.

Again the student debauchee is not truly wasting his sum and substance--but only taking that form of recreation in his idle moments which he rightly believes is the greatest relaxation known to mankind, the greatest aid to forgetting the intricate problems of the calculus and government that so occupied his powers of concentration but an hour before. To get the most out of yourself in working hours, you must get the most into yourself in hours of relaxation. Complete oblivion in relaxation at its apex.

The upper class advisor for Freshmen has proved himself indeed remiss when such feeble and ill thought-out epistics are allowed to issue from the close about the riverbank. Skoal to tradition! Fie upon reform!  S. H. ORDWAY JR. 1L. November 30, 1921