The editors of the CRIME, aside from a little partiality to the intrepid Dunster House senior who is campaigning for a place on the Cambridge City Council, show their best Harvard indifference to the political aspects of the Cambridge elections. May the best Harvard man win!
Our indifference does not stem from the idea that it will all turn out for the worst anyway, but because we are bewildered by the election itself. Imagine our chagrin yesterday afternoon, when, crossing the square towards Lehman Hall, we were nearly decapitated by the speeding lorry of one of the merry mayor-making factions. We were deafened by the sound-effects which oozed from all over the wagon, playing some Jazz ditty on the honest Mayor Russell. But we were flabbergasted to read this timely inscription on its side, as we scurried out from under it: "Vote for Mayor Russell and a New Deal in Public Safety."
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We pass on two touching pleas just received. The first is the Seaman's Library asking for unwanted books which might amuse the fog-bound tars. The other is a little chit from the Harvard College Library asking for old cast-offs which might help fill the yawning empty spaces in the stacks and which might amuse the snow-bound graduate students. Instead of having your books sold when you die, why not send them to Widener where they can be disposed of with a nod and a curt "we cannot locate this book now." Unlike the car they won't come back to bother you.
Attracted by this "Hint from John Harvard" (who left his books to the college--to be burnt up in the library fire of 1764) we thought of bringing our French 2 and German A books up in a wheelbarrow and dumping them on the Widener steps some dark night. But last year we watched Mr. Walton and his men load eight tons of duplicate books, a record shipment, in a truck for a New York dealer. So we are skeptical, having never thought of John Harvard as needful of our books, either as a collector or as a broker.