Spring Heralds A Crimson Comp

"Far away and many years ago, a son was born to wise and mighty king. The sovereign placed the education of his son in the hands of his Grand Vizier who saw hat the boy learned both rhetoric and natural philosophy.

"Years passed and the king, growing old, called the boy to his side and said, 'I have consulted the oracle and it is written that in four years I must die.' Although the king was a strong and courageous man, his voice quavered as he spoke, because of his great love for his son.

"'You are now 17, and it is my wish that you learn more of the world. I shall send you to Harvard to study." With this, he clasped the boy to his breast and bid him farewell."

"The boy went to school and learned far more than his studies could provide--he entered a CRIMSON Competition and became an editor.

He led a full life; before he died, he asked me to tell you that there is another comp starting tonight and tomorrow at 7:30 p.m. at 14 Plympton St., starring free beer and pretzels."