LET THERE BE HEAT.

Could anything be more pitiful or pertinent than the plea of the benumbed Yard-dweller for more heat, that the CRIMSON prints today. Surely partial refrigeration is not an attribute of Seniority. Surely a congealed cerebrum conduces not to mental activity. To awake, frozen to death, is one of the most annoying experiences an undergraduate can encounter. To find one's ink in a state of conglaciation is even more disconcerting.

The CRIMSON would point out, humbly but with firmness, to the dispensers of Yard calefaction, these considerations:

That the percentage of Esquimaux, Aleutians, polar bears and walri in the Senior class is noticeably meagre.

That warm friendships, heated arguments or feverish energy, are impossible when the mercury is playing tag with the zero mark.

That Seniors, as a general rule, come under the category of warm-blooded animals, to whom hibernation, while not repugnant as a theory, is not attainable as a practice.

By all means, let there be heat in the Yard.