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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

When a lady is grossly insulted, there is, in civilized countries, a double remedy. If the offender has the pretensions of a gentleman, he may be killed. If he is simply ill-bred, a dog-whip is substituted for the sword. It may be I lack the courage for martyrdom, even if I possessed the convenient opportunity. In any event I am strongly persuaded that Mr. Borah belongs to the latter class.

This person has represented his barbarous constituency, if I am correctly informed, since 1907. Yet I can not recall that he assailed Heaven with grief and indignation over the violation of Belgium, the sack of Louvain, the desecration of Rheims, the un-warned sinking of un-armed merchant vessels, the murder of Edith Cavel, or any other crime, whether of wanton destruction, raped or massacre, perpetrated by his present proteges. Now, however, he cries out in horror against France.

He proclaims that "American aid made victory possible." In a sense (not his), this is of course true. But why is should afford him ground for self-congratulation I am at a loss to conceive. Small thanks to him, or to La Follette and the rest, if our troops ever set foot on French soil. Meanwhile he belittles the dead of France.

He demands "urbi et orbi" our recognition of the de facto government in Russia. Is it as a shining example of that mercy to fallen enemies he extols so highly? And are these worthy to be named in the same breath with France?

Not content that for four years he has forbidden us to share in the Peace of our Allies, with more than British hypocrisy withdrawing from them the hem of his Puritan garment; he now dares to rebuke us because we do not stand forward to defend from them our foes--a-wallow in the sly of their iniquities.

He has disgorged himself before the wounded feet he is not fit to wash, and made manifest his inner vileness to the sun. HUGH WHITNEY '25.

January 24, 1923.