Eagle-eyed Harvard men are always on the lookout for those little quips of incongruency that change the luminous into the ludicrous. Even when wrapped in the majesty of Wagner, the imp of the perverse breaks through and makes them laugh at the most tragic of the Leitmotive.

The other day one of these wags came stalking into the Crimson office, grinning like a baboon, slapped the program of a recent symphony concert on our desk, and demanded that we print two whole pages out of it bodily. The heading to the particular note that interested him read: "Death Music of Siegfried, from 'Gotterdammerung', Act IH, Scene 2". In its own eloquent way it was almost as moving as the music. And then immediately under it appeared a modest advertisement for J. S. Waterman & Sons, Funeral Service since 1832.