To the Editor of the Crimson:

It has been a matter of deep concern to me that the inexpressibly vulgar invasion of the rump of the Widener Reading Room by those women from Shepard Street has gone unnoticed and unprotested. The matter's true significance, in my eyes at least, may be surmised from the fact that it has elicited from me my first letter to a newspaper.

What possible justification can there be for the admission of this pale, sickly, bespectacled, hollow-chested and thoroughly terrifying group into the proximity of the finest in virile young American manhood? Perhaps it may be suggested that we have books that they haven't. But carrying this principle to its logical conclusion, it will soon be discovered that the undergraduates of that place on Shepard Street need Widener books. And so, from one table they will expand to two, then to the whole alcove, finally, like Attila's hordes, they will engulf the entire reading room. This female group, untouched as it is by the blessings of civilizations, knows no moral law but the principle of expediency. Who knows by what infamous intrigue, what ruthless machinations, even this privilege was gained by them?

We must nip the movement in the bud. I call upon the College to awaken from its apathy before it is too late. We may one day walk into the Indoor Athletic Building to find that one lane of the swimming pool has been reserved for the R----e sea serpents on the grounds that their swimming facilities are inadequate. But, to return to the problem at hand, we must face the broader question: Why give them books at all? My contention has always been that women should be modestly busy in the kitchen or modestly idel in the parlor. Would that Mrs. Widener had spent her money on building new stalls in the Widener stables* instead of in our library, rather than it be desecrated as it is today. Let the inability of these women to enter our Reading Room be known in their future history as the Widener Handicap.

Oh, we should rue that infamous day when an inconsidered and rash Act of the Corporation created the annex across the Common. Like Frankenstein's, this hideous monster now threatens to turn and devour its master and creator. Tell the man whose house is on fire to be calm, but urge not temperance on me while this grief blot still remains on the Harvard escutcheon! I demand the immediate suppression of the R----e Table on the grounds of indecency. R. Llewelyn Brill '42,

*N.B. It will be noticed that Widener entries have not been making their usual showing at Empire.