To the Editors of the SERVICE NEWS:

Has a Harvard Freshman ever sat down to dinner with a group of upper-classmen and left the table without hearing a flood of off-purple nostalgia concerning some Golden Age known as "the good old days"?

Does any ex-Dunsterman ever miss an occasion to draw unfavorable analogies between the apocryphal "then" and the ubiquitous "now"? In the Harvard of today a questionably humorous saga of good old K-Entry is almost as familiar and certainly not less annoying than the Massachusetts Avenue trolley line or the bolls of St. Paul's.

Granted, College spirit is not all that it could be. Granted again, that a peculiar legend of "Harvard indifference" seems to be the major hindrance on the road back to the college life of the thirties and twenties. But it also must be granted that superciliousness and apathy are not the values our student body has claimed for itself.

The most unfortunate thing about the situation is that the weepings and mournings for Harvard days gone by have all but drowned out those few voices which are raised in honestly constructive suggestion.

A great many of us feel at this time that what the College needs is a real Harvard dance. When your date from Northampton (who spent the preceding weekend at Cornell dancing to Benny Goodman) is greeted by Chapple Arnold at Adams House, she is rather likely to make discerning comparisons.

Whatever the answer to the problem may be, let's take a more positive attitude towards College affairs. Proving that the Harvard man is a shade above Joe College requires a little more than a well-tailored lapel. David B. Wilson '48.