To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

I should like to avail myself of your columns for a few remarks on the new sheet, The Aristocrat. First of all let me suggest a more fitting motto: There is no god but classicism and Irving Babbitt is its prophet. For the editors might at least have been gracious enough to acknowledge those statements more obviously taken over from Professor Babbitt's writings and lectures.

Now "The golden calf which America worships" cannot be shattered by "quiet staid respectability." Nor can an intellectual aristocracy which hugs the fireside, and sips tea--or coffee, and fiddles with ideas "guide an amorphous democracy", intellectually or otherwise.' This is no time to indulge in neo-classic vagaries. Now, as never before, the world has need of its youth. There are vital problems to be solved, courageous beliefs to be voiced and translated into action.

It is the privilege of youth to be silly in its ardor, amusing in its lack of a sense of humor. It is the duty of youth to aspire mightily, oven at the risk of appearing ridiculous to those who admit themselves to be wise and sane. But it has no right to don the garments of old men and sit by the fireside smiling in a supercilious, sophisticated manner at the "other buffoons."

The new sheet has been falsely titled. It should be called The Tory. EDWIN SEAVER '22.

April 5, 1921.