(The Crimson invites all men in the University to submit signed communications of timely interest. It assumes no responsibility, however, for sentiments expressed under this head and reserves the right to exclude any whose publication would be palpably inappropriate.)
To the Editor of the CRIMSON:
Can the CRIMSON spare a few lines from its vivisection of "Eight More Harvard Poets" by several other poets, to allow the writer opportunity for calling attention to the extraordinary news items printed in the CRIMSON yesterday?
It is indeed a momentous day which sees the passing of hand furnished boxes for the Junior Prom and also the total eclipse of the Senior Picnic. We may safely assume that "Harvard Indifference" is in full ascendancy, when an entire Senior class can offer no suggestions to its officers so happily in accord with the expressed desires of Mr. Volstead!
The writer does not wish to imply doubt in the sanity of either Mr. Volstead or the present Senior officers, but he does view with sorrow the passing of one more of the few occasions when Harvard undergraduates get together as a class unit. The almost total disappearance of the class dinner, the class smoker, and now the Senior picnic does lend color to mischievous statements that Harvard is not democratic and that Harvard men live in cliques. WILLIAM E. HARRIS ('20) 2G. March 8, 1923.