IF COLLEGE PALLS, THE CRIMSON CALLS

Vying with Jester, Pegasus and Mickey Sullivan for local literary honors, a group of harried and hurried newshawks nightly tramp the interesting by-paths of University life gleaning the facts and features that lie in finished form on your doorstep at six o'clock every morning.

This organization, distracted by rivers of six per cent beer and small talk that ranges from post-war planning to post-mortems on the current collapse of the Yanks, must compose, rewrite and assemble news stories up to that awful time known throughout the profession as the deadline. After that hour, and in the innumerable in-between minutes, News Editors occupy themselves with the pleasures of CRIMSON life, baiting Room men, the Business Board and themselves.

In order to join the select company of Hu Flung Huey, Egg Shelley and Drang Nach Osten '45, fledglings must be prepared to acquire the scent for news, follow this elusive vapor to its course, and report the results in readable prose.