The name "Harvard" is practically self-sufficient in the Boston region. A substantial, though restricted diet can be taken care of by the Harvard Fish Market, Meat Market, Creamery, Potato Chip Company, Pickle works, and Brewing Company.

If a house can be built of sheet metal the housing problem is easily solved with the assistance of the Harvard Sheet Metal and Roofing Company, Wall Paper and Paint Company, Oil Burner Company, Light and Power Company, Plumbing Company, Electric and Machine Company and American and Oriental Rug Company. Furniture could be obtained through either the Harvard Specialty Manufacturing Corporation or the Harvard Toy Shop.

Leftovers can be taken care of by the Harvard Garbage Receptacle Company.

Chinese 3a and 3b meet on Tuesdays and Thursdays from noon to 1:30 o'clock. They are getting sick of being pestered with queries as to whether the class consists of a bowl of chop suey eaten chop-chop (quickly) with chop sticks or whether they don't eat at all. It is just another example of New England's smugness that they don't realize that at that time here it is 1:00 to 2:30 o'clock in the morning in China, and that they are asleep at that time.

The door in the rear of Sever 24, which leads to the back stairway and "emergency egress," burst open during class Friday. By the time the class could turn around the door was halfway shut but the diminishing view of two Radcliffe coats could still be seen.

A second later a female voice echoed up the stairs: "I thought you knew what you were doing" And then the reply, "I did."

Last month Charles G. Hutter '38 gave a talk to a girls' school in Boston on a subject dealing with matrimony. His reward came last week in the form of a letter to "Dear Mr. Hutter." It was from a girl who said she was being initiated into a club and one of the things she had to do was get a letter from him.

The story has appeared in a Boston paper of a student who rose from his table in a Harvard Square restaurant and walked toward the door. As he passed the manager a silver sugar bowl clanked to the floor from under his coat. He turned calmly toward the occupants behind him. "Ruffians," he said, "who threw that ?" and walked out.