To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

I spent a week in Stillman--Ward Three, Bed Nine. Two days after my arrival, I noticed that they had put a new patient in Bed Ten. My new neighbor was a nice fellow--or at least he never had the opportunity to prove himself otherwise, because he was the monster at rest. He passed twenty-two of his first twenty-four Stillman hours in a state of complete oblivion.

He was quickly labeled "sleepy one," and his continual lethargic condition almost caused him to be transferred to the African Sleeping Sickness Ward.

However, one sunny day, I was handed my unconditional release, and my enervated neighbor mumbled an inarticulate farewell as I walked from the ward. I was then obsessed with the desire to learn the name of this modern Rip Van Winkle. I glanced at the chart on the head nurse's desk.

I though I would never again come across the name Paul W. Mandel. However, I noticed this name in yesterday's CRIMSON signed to a sterling editorial concerning the sleepless conditions at Stillman. Lowell Sachneff '53