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To the Editor of the Crimson:

Don't you sometimes wonder what the "townies" think of Harvard students? Or perhaps you don't know what a "townie" is. The definition is very simple; it's nothing you have to work on until 9 o'clock on Saturday nights. It's merely a native of Cambridge, in this particular instance a female.

When we're still in our first stages of high school, the students are a great mystery. It's rumored about that the students are "awfully rich, and Hegbert's father, yes, they always have wonderful names, is the mayor of Slingtown or president of a bank," and that they must be "powerfully" brilliant to get into Harvard.

But then we finally get to be seniors at the local high school, and that is the time of life that blossoms forth for the townie. We all happen to meet the students in the same way. It's the same story. . . . "I was down by the river or walking down the square . . . when the most adorable fellow came over to me and said" . . . You know the rest. Why go on? . . . And after she meets one she meets them all. . . . It's the same story year in and year out. "My last year's roommate left this telephone number," or "I've heard so much about you, gosh, I don't know a soul here, I'm so lonesome." . . . And so the townie gets rushed and is thrilled.

If she is fortunate and goes to college, even if she has to commute, Harvard and all its business sort of cools off. She realizes that half the students are in on scholarships, working on the N. Y. A., and a few here and there are the so-called blue-bloods whom she never gets to meet. (I mean the blue-bloods.) She also realizes that living in Cambridge is very convenient especially if there is a comfortable sofa in the living room, and the family is out for the evening when daughter is "having company." She learns "lines" quickly, and finds that the old adage "early to bed and early to rise" makes a girl healthy, happy, and safe, is true. Nine times out of ten that is the case. Of course there is always the tenth girl who just happened to meet the right fellow, and now has three maids and even takes in the opera! This case is rare, however, and the townie usually goes back to the local boy who really made good.

So look--chumps!--We've got you figured out. Why not try to make a good name for Harvard rather than a bad name for other Cambridge girls besides? Disillusioned.