The sincere and magnanimous sentiments voiced by Heywood Broun re Harvard appreciation of the Eli, should receive the hearty commendation of every advocate of "Big Three" amity. And it is to further this move for mutual friendship and understanding between these intellectual centers that I perpetrate this eulogy. Some of my best friends are at Harvard, and on that account I want to correct certain false impressions about these collegians.

The outstanding conception of the Cantabrigian student, in the popular mind, is a snobbish, and pompous individual, scion of a bloated meat-packer, correctly dressed and redressed for every occasion, insensible to the lure of the classic fount, but pursuing the social whirl in liveried equipage. This is all wrong!

The species is really extremely democratic. They are masters of the "five-dollar party," can wear their clothes unpressed for a week without suffering social ostracism, can hold their heads high in a Ford, and bathe regularly in the buoyant waters of classroom erudition. Moreover, their sportsmanship cannot be questioned. During the past football season, I say them give sincere applause to the vain efforts of Centre's gridiron warriors, and remain uncovered during the singing of "My Old Kentucky Home."

It is not true that they light their own cigarette and then blow out the match. The rumor that they pass their classmates without speaking has no foundation in fact. And lastly, they are amply endowed with a broad sense of humor, and laugh heartily at the traditional quips aimed at their university.

I repeat it: some of my best friends are at Harvard. They are Princetonian studying in the graduate schools. And one of the chief reasons why they are my friends is because they join me in a daily even-song: "To Hell With Harvard!" --Campus Critic,   In The Daily Princetonian.