TONIGHT AT 7:30

To all those who suffer from repressions, Freudian or otherwise, the Harvard Crimson, stomping ground of the fourth estate, offers a sure cure. If you feel muffled and crave free expression, the Crimson's columns provide a liberal and active medium. If you hanker after handing an annual twenty-three to two trimming to the Lampoon, you'll get your chance as a Crimson editor--even if you can't play baseball.

As is customary, the Crimson's first competition of the year, getting under way this evening, is primarily intended to attract the College's Sophomore talent. Members of the Class of '43 will be eligible for positions on the Editorial, Photographic, and Business Boards. If you want to take an active part in shaping and interpreting campus opinion, if you would like a taste of commercial photography with top-notch equipment, if you want practical business experience--you're looking for a place on the Crimson.

And as an added attraction for a modern music enthusiast who revels in the hot breath of notoriety and grim conflict, there will be a competition for the Crimson's Swing columnist, open to members of any class in the College. If you desire the immortality of surviving a Crimson competition--or the equal immortality of being cut from one--ramble through the imposing portals of 14 Plympton Street at 7:30 this evening.