To the Editors of the Harvard CRIMSON:

About three weeks ago I took my little boy to watch the wreckers demolishing the houses on Garden Street. In the hole that used to be the basement of Everett House this battered old book lay churned up in the debris, exactly as it appears in the picture. As the only visible artifact in a scene of such general desolation, it seems to speak eloquently of the culture of a vanished way of life. Irwin Hyatt (4G)