Quincy House; President of Crimson; Signet Society (vice-president) Co-Chairman, Student Council Committee on Harvard Radcliffe Affiliation; House Athletics; Union Committee; Junior Usher.

DAVID K. RICHARDS

Varsity Lightweight Crew Captain; President, Undergraduate Athletic Council; Treasurer, Eliot House Committee; Harvard Band; Cheerleader; Hasty Pudding.

RICHARD WULF

Varsity Wrestling Manager; Intramural Wrestling; Varsity Lacrosse Manager; PBH Hospital Volunteer; Volunteer Tutor at Child Guidance Clinic.

GENE B. ROSENBERG

Winthrop House Committee; Winthrop Chairman for PBH Blood Drive; Chairman, Winthrop House Election Committee; Boston Marathon.

TIM ZAGAT

Freshman Soccer; House Soccer; Winthrop House Committee 1958-1959, 59-60; Harvard Student Council 1958-59; '59-60; '60-61; Vice-President of Harvard Student Council 1959-60; Treasurer of Harvard Pre-Law Society 1960-61; Chairman (1960-61) and vice-Chairman (1959-60) of the New England Region of USNSA.

"But I have no time for such things as Winter Comps. I must construct ontological systems; I must synthesize ethyl alcohol from hemoglobin; I must proselytize the novels of Jane Austen."

No time? Nonsense, young man (or lady), of course you have time. Never again, of the truth were most cruelly told, will you have so much. And how much do you think the Crimson asks from you? If you have visions of sweat-grimed candidates, polishing the boots of editors (who, as some will tell you, torture little children for the fun of it), studying and sleeping fitfully in the outer offices of Grand Masters of the central Cambridge Region, ah, you have been misled, inexcusably and disastrously.

The editorial board, for example, asks only that you write three somethings a week, whish is not, you may be sure, much of a strain. To quote Cardinal Richelieu (a sort of 17th Century F.A. Lindermann): "Even the siege of La Rochelle was not much of a strain." In the greater days of Crimson history, when men were men and candidates indescribable, editors demanded two editorials each night. We are milksops now, perhaps, but we have become human beings.

Unseasoned Babes

"But I was never the editor-in-chief of the Akron, Ohio, Gazette, nor have I written articles for Commentary, Encounter, or the Sewance Review. I was never selected Managing Editor of the Week, nor invited to be Publisher of the Congressional Record For a Day. I was never H.L. Mencken's copy boy, never a courageous war correspondent, and I was not there the day the bomb fell."

Now look here. You are fooling yourself. You are depriving yourself of all that makes your life a life. You are letting yourself slip scrapily down the coarse file of pure scholarship. You will find talking to our Managing Editor a good deal easier than hobnobbing with a wounded puma. You will discover that Radcliffe editors do not, actually, devour their young alive. No candidate has ever crawled into University' Hall with the news that he was made to run on beds of broken glass.