"Pornographia"

THE MAIL

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To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

I am as much displeased by yesterday's closing of the Lampoon, whatever may be the true story of the situation, as I am pleased with the last, namely, "Esquire" edition. From cover to cover I could find nothing which should be objectionable to an educated person. For a mind in the condition of true toleration and reason, nothing is shocking.

But what strikes me particularly is that the purpose of the whole publication seems to have missed fire. I remember reading in Mark Twain's Sketch Book not long ago a most gruesome (to the unsound of wit) story about "My Bloody Massacre." Briefly, it describes how Mark Twain wrote under the guise of a murder story a biting satire about a certain person, but no one who read the paper paid any attention to the little details that showed what a great fiction it all was As I remember one bit: "Gosh, Jim, he scalped his wife and b'iled his baby, and--dad-burned if I want any more breakfast!" It is in this connection that I wish to rebuke the short-sighted ones responsible for the censorship and padlocking. This last edition of the Lampoon was an expert slam at a magazine that dishes up weak-kneed sex pictures, pointless, time-wasting fiction, amid a pseudo-highbrow atmosphere, at 50 cents per dose, instead of, as was pointed out, the price of the tabloid with the same stuff.

And now if I may indulge in a little purely personal feeling, the censorship in the vicinity of Boston is to me detestable, narrow-minded and undoubtedly something that should have gone out with the stove-pipe hat and knee-britches. Furthermore, even were the articles in the Lampoon to be taken at face-value, I should find them faint-hearted, wishy-washy, just barely pornographic. As they were, I nearly died laughing. Ask any Harvard-man what he thinks of the last Lampoon, and if they are the same men I've asked, you will find them whole-heartedly in its praise. After all, they were eager to read it; the reading lightened their cares for a short time; the Lampoon had served its purpose.

So if any blue-nosed, inhibited, Watch-and-Warder wants the real hot-pants, he needn't go pestering the poor Lampoon boys; I have just what he wants in stock, and will make more to order; I write it myself, and I'm proud of it. Richard Martin '38.