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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

It came sadly to my scanning eye in last Friday's edition of the CRIMSON that the Harvard Union, in continuance of a practice but recently installed, contemplates for another year at least of gently but firmly rejecting, not to say ejecting, all ladies, who may seek admittance to the Union's interesting series of lectures by notable figures of a busy world. Frankly, is that not shaking a mean fist instead of a hospitably extended hand at certain members of the Education School and Sister Radcliffe, not to speak of a few hundred professors' wives, who might possibly be interested in Current Events?

The dearly beloved and much revered donor of the Harvard Union, the late Major H. L. Higginson '55, gave that mighty edifice that it might serve as common rallying ground for all Harvard men. Service and Friendship were to be the mottos.

Unfortunately, club life saps much of the Union's life blood. Unfortunately again, the Union is not too favorably located: we have to walk over a lofty hill to reach it. Once there we must first show a Bursar's card and then a pink, or green, or purple ticket, and finally look sweetly on an inwardly kind, but outwardly fierce mouthed Cerberus at the door. This is not Service or even Friendship, but what are all these travails of the soul--they are but necessary red tape routine of a season just commencing--compared to the fact that once again our sisters and mothers in education are to be coldly and cruelly excluded from the Harvard Union?! WILLIAM E. HARRIS '20 (2G.) October 14, 1922.