To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

Every once in a while I have occasion to consult your scurvy sheet in order to ascertain at what time and place I must disgorge my knowledge in some remote field of human erudition. Thus motivated I opened your number of April tenth and inadvertently read the editorial eastigating the "Nation" for its judgment in referring to our super-finishing schools for defective flappers as the intellectual centers of America. Heartily as I agree with you in this criticism, I must take exception to your closing sneer in which you called the editors of the "Nation" and the "New Republic" "kept idealists".

These men are in a sense "kept" by the thousands, who wish to read what they write. But their golf hose are not bought by their indulgent parents. And their printing costs are not borne by second-hand clothing dealers and the subscriptions of those who unless they subscribe must remain in the darkest ignorance concerning their examinations in the Economics of Agriculture and their status on the ping-pong team.

No, learned editors, the center of American wisdom is not at Wellesley nor Barnard nor Vassar nor Smith--nay, not even at Radcliffe. But is it on the south-side of Plympton street in the town of Cambridge? I wonder. LEONARD J. SIFF '22

April 10, 1922.