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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

I should like to call attention to the internal machines that have been placed in Widener. Emerson and other places for the purpose of drying one's hands. The first time I saw one I was distinctly impressed. Shining with porcelain and polished nickel they seemed the incarnation of this hygienic age. Expecting a scientific miracle, I pushed the pedal, spread out my dripping pans and awaited results. A low, dismal groan arose and a ghastly breeze numbed my fingers. I thought of Hamlet's father and my hands shook clumsily as though covered with gore. After three minutes intercourse with the departed. I dried my hands on my handkerchief and arrived late for my next class. Since that time, when feeling particularly optimistic. I have tried these gorgeous white elephants, but always with the same result. My handkerchief is somewhat small for a towel and I should like to recommend that these machines be turned over in Margery wherewith in frighten visitors to her seances, and some plebeian towels be substituted in their stead. Gurdon S. Howe '25