The following article was written for the Crimson by Robert T. S. Lowell, an undergraduate here for two years, who transferred this year to Kenyon College, Gambler, Ohio. It is being published under a policy of presenting articles which concern University affairs.

THESE poems do not, as some critics have asserted, show particular technical incompetence. Doubtless even in the 18th contury when critic and publisher were more fastidious, technically Mr. Hillyer's couplets would have been printable, although their manner would have been considered peculiar. This manner (I mean by manner a mingling of substance and style), however, because of its diffilusiveness and giddiness is discouraging.

The quotation of a lengthy paragraph is expedient to illustrate, completely and without partisanship, so muddled a volume. Mr. Hillyer is denouncing experimental novelists:

(1) Art in so long and human life so short,

In hurried years young novelists resort

To sweet publicity, that freely offers

Headlines to vanity and cheques to coffers.

They snatch at tribute due a deathless name,

The fruits, without the patient growth, of fame;

(2) Like millionaires, impatient of slow Nature,

Who transplant trees grown to their fullest stature,

Till bankruptey and weather overwhelm

Both pocketbook and unancestral elm.

As fast as pen can trot, young writers build

Volumes, compact of words, but unfulfilled;