A FORTY-FIRST BIRTHDAY.

Red ink will be changed to a less acrid fluid tonight; the busy blue pencil will pause in its course; the snicking shear will, for the nonce, be silent, when, to celebrate its forty-first year of existence as a college newspaper, the CRIMSON will give a dinner in the Union.

Forty boards have come and gone and the forty-first is about to join that silent majority. Many past editors and guests, as well as all the present editors of the CRIMSON will gather to celebrate its birthday.