Revolution in the ranks of the undergraduate ectomorphs has been the result of a recently published poem, "The Ectomorph," by Earnest A. Hooton, professor of Anthropology, in which women contemplating marriage were warned to "beware of the ectomorphic mate."

Last night found the CRIMSON office swamped with caustic replies, both prose and poetry, from irate "tall, skinny types," and runner had it that a now club, "The Uneasy Ectos," has already entered its formative stages.

Nickname Changed

One unhappy ectomorph announced that before the publication of Professor Hooton's masterpiece, he had been comfortably enjoying the nick-name of "Slim." But now he found himself expected to answer to the unseemly appellation of "the erratic ecto."

A. Jerky Brain '48, although not to be found in the University Directory, managed to submit his literary effort, ending:

Brother ectomorphs what care we

If women often think us queer?

Let this in turn a warning be:

Of roly-poly gals steer clear.

Another "gratefully ectomorphic undergraduate" made it clear that the only thing for a matrimonially-inclined female to do was disregard the song sad strictly "mess with Mister In-between," when he launched the following poetic trade against the mesomorph:

A WARNING AGAINST BONY, MUSCULAR MEN

"Twas Mesomorph, and the bony ridges

Did just out ape-like on the brow;

All muscled were the hairy arms

That crushing power did avow.