Editor, The Student Vagabond: Dear Sir:

For the past ten years I have read your column with bated breath. I might as well say right at the start that I think it's marvelous the way you have kept it up to its high inspirational note throughout these long and happy years. The Student Vagabond has a Big Message. I think and I think that you have stuff to put it over. As my last professor in English A said about Shakespeare: "his dashing vigour of phrase has all the earmarks of diablerie in pen and ink." And her I am saying it about you! Well! And all the boys will tell you that I'm usually pretty indifferent about thing.... Harvard indifference, you know.

You can therefore imagine how I felt when I began to notice an insidious atmosphere of flippancy creeping into your work. Even the examinations were mentioned with what might almost be called disrespect. Anyone who has an attitude like that might almost be called--well, I'll be strong--a ne'er do well. Is there anything wrong? Perhaps you have come under the influence of an older socialist. Or perhaps you have just become disillusioned? If so, perhaps I could help you reorganize your spiritual life. As we used to say at Clover hill. I am always more than glad to lend a pal a hand. Sincerely,

(Name withheld at the request of roommate).

The Vagabond does not necessarily endorse printed or unprinted communications, but nevertheless receives the rebuke in the spirit in which it is offered. There is indeed something indescribably moving about this solicitude shown on the part of one who has so aptly described himself as a "Pal"....