THE CRIME

A resident of Winthrop House has just told us that for nearly a week his two daily desserts have been ice-cream with chocolate sauce. Meals in the Houses to him are a monotonous succession of canned-fruit and chocolate sundaes; a fare he endures at his own request.

It was the belief of our forefathers that when the Westcotts of their day decreed "no more Hasty Pudding," a new age of dessert-making talent would be forthcoming. But as yet the ice cream is still the height of Harvard gastronomic art, and the acme of Pastry from the Square to the Charles is apple-pie a la mode. The Dining Hall Dieticians feel they gave their all in the making of steamed chocolate pudding, foamy sauce (bread run through the steam tunnels, we suppose), up-side down pudding, etc., and that the untutored undergraduates merely prefer ice-cream. We editors like ice-cream, in moderate quantities, but are getting bored. We eat it merely for protest, not for preference. Maybe December 6th will find the Harvard desserts more consonant to the spirit of the House Plan.