(The Crimson invites all men in the University to submit signed communications of timely interest. It assumes no responsibility, however, for sentiments expressed under this head and reserves the right to exclude any whose publication would be palpably inappropriate.) "--The Old Familiar Faces"

To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

There is but one thing better than destroying an ideal, and that is making one. The assassination of the "Custer" legend is one of the best. In spite of the inconsistencies of the argument, we who dislike the sentimental and saccrime pretensions of patriotism, become overjoyed at this ruthless iconoclasm of tradition's pet. Yet had it better not have lived? Was it not a tale to fire small boys' imagination? Ideals are so easily dispelled. Whenever some hardy spirit tries to plant one in CRIMSON'S fertile rows, a savage hand plucks the puny thing from the ground, and holds it up for all to see. No illusions are left for us concerning the "Tutoring School". Swarms of indignant Philistines tore that feeble seed from its mother earth. So is France forced from a position of righteous indignation to that of vindication only by success. And now poor Custer! "This was the most unkindest cut of all," for, did he not have scores of years behind him? Knowledge is pleasant, but how much more blessed is ignorance? We can believe in what we do not know but when we know it, we see it as it is, and who wants to see it as it is! No, a thousand times no let us rather aid the soap bubbles that float from CRIMSON'S pipe to soar into infinity, rather than, stealing Lampy's soapel prick them. OLIN DOWS '26.

January 30, 1923.