In the observance of a tradition that has become an almost sacred part of University life, disrespect or careless negligence are rather disheartening. Loud talking and laughing during Senior Singing each evening, musical Freshmen who decide to accompany the Seniors from the audience, town visitors with wailing balies, and the vociferous younger set of Witherspoon Street who hail themselves together nightly in the belief that this is the Children's Hour, all detract considerably from the enjoyment of those who come to listen, with earnest appreciation, to the singing itself. It seems only fair to the consideration of the latter that the Campus Police, supposedly in disciplinary charge at this time, should keep such disturbances at a minimum.

It has also been suggested that clapping after each song during the evening is out of place, when one realizes that the singing is observed essentially for the pleasure of the Seniors themselves, and not as an exhibition recital before a gallery which is nothing more than voluntary and irrelevant in its attendance. The Seniors themselves, it would seem, would resent rather than welcome, this reminder that they are ever singing before an audience which needs to be constantly in consideration. Princetonian.