To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

This morning, its pages charged with pictures and stories of angelic cleanness, "Lampy" brought out a new issue. But we, its unhappy readers, miss the zest and blood-tingling thrill of phrases saturated with double meanings. Gone are the days when men were men and jokes were jokes. The inexorable censor has done his work. Within a few short weeks he has changed vivacious "Lampy" into reading matter fit for the suckling babe, has transformed the flirtatious courtesan into the demure virgin. Thus we lament the decease of a spirit which filled our hearts with glee and our minds with filth. Death to the censors! Ormond L. Trimble '37.