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To the Editor of the Harvard Crimson:

Well, Glory be to ---, tonight I attended the DeVoto lecture in New Lecture Hall. Glory be to---, but the New Lecture Hall has deteriorated since my day . . . a day when Harvard was Harvard and not a -- sewing circle. . . . .

All around me were steatopygous females busy with their knitting. A paunchy (is that the word?) old girl in the next seat was sewing, and punctuated Mr. DeVoto's remarks with horrible rippings. Every two minutes she ripped a piece of cloth, so help me ---.

What, in the name of dear, sweet --- is the New Lecture Hall coming to? For ---'s sake, it was a clean, well-lighted, masculine place in my day. My day was 1928-33. Please, dear Crimson, do something. Most sincerely,   George Frazier '32.