In these times of Great Crisis, it is comforting to note that there were at least a few foresighted men who realized early who the REAL enemy was, and had the courage to take strong measures in the matter.

The three-inch cannon in the basement of the Freshman Union may seem like nothing but an old World War I training piece to those who are in a great hurry to reach the neighboring men's room. But when we consider that any potential attack on Cambridge will probably be from the East--down Mass. Avenue, and that the present Varsity Club would thereby make a capital toe-hold command headquarters for such an Attacking Force, the placement of the old cannon takes on significance.

It is even now so aimed that a few shots would score directly on the Varsity Club, reducing the facade to rubble in short order. Further, the gun's inconspicuous location practically insures its remaining intact throughout early assaults.

Only one man need by expended. Concealing himself in the nearby W.C. on some pretext until the appropriate time, all he need do is rush one or two shells tot he trusty longbore, jerk the lanyard, and the destructive deed is done. None of your flimsy cloak-and-dagger time-bomb plots--not on your life. Thanks to the keen vision of our forefathers, Harvard is now in a good position to strike a strong counterblow in its Battle for Survival.