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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

It occurred to me that you might be interested to learn of some of the attention and consideration the name of Harvard still attracts.

Much feeling was manifested at a recent meeting of Art Students (young and old) while discussing Harvard's mysterious dip into subterranean, dark cavities in its effort to clandestinely, yet conveniently, reach Rome and accept a (gefill't a fish) gilt-edge catechism direct from the skeleton hand of that animated stalking, rattling boss of the profitable Catacombs.

Yet still greater the excitement when the report came that Harvard had dismissed stage director Baker, had remodeled, reconstructed its Box Office and augumented its Selling Agency.

All this is timely, and in the right (sic) direction, also correlative with the trend of modern culture (sic). Art should be crowded into the Box Office, there is no room for it on the stage. Art was at one time the acknowledged leader (Premium Mobile) of Education. Art has been rudely trucked to Hell. Education will most certainly follow,--weeping.

Recate disgusted with the celestiala, now speaks through the crackling jaws of Hell: "Hell(o) Boys! Welcome to our fireside, trust you have retained your pre-college intellect,--Sauve quipeut!!!" Aug. C. Metz.