To the Editor of the Harvard CRIMSON:

In a recent "Crime," reference was made to "plump maidens, attired in healthy bloomers, who shriek with delight as they force their Lotharios to wallow in the mud"; these being the girls from Winsor. The writer, adding insult to injury, associated these same girls with some whom a "gentleman" could not identify as male or female. And later in this same article, the author mentions "the menace of Winsor." We think these remarks in very bad taste, especially when one considers the fact that the very girls whom the unknown author accuses of being unmaidenly are the same with whom he does condescend to associate at The Country Club and the Somerset. Perhaps he didn't recognize them without the bloomers.

We have found most Winsorites, contrary to the aforementioned opinion, quite slender, and much too polite to shriek with delight. And we have never encountered any difficulty in recognizing them as the female of the species; perhaps this difficulty is wholly confined to the friends of the "Crime" editor. And we don't think remarks of that sort have any place around Harvard.

As for the menace which Winsor is supposed to constitute: if only all the menaces which threaten the poor undergraduate at Harvard were as pleasant, this would be paradise indeed.

We sincerely hope that whoever was responsible for that unseemly article will see the error in his ways and will apologize.

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In the entrance to Leverett House there is an impressive tablet commemorating the Harvard men who fell in the War. In the hall, the other day, a blue-jacketed messenger boy was seen scratching his head in sore perpierity. Stopping one of the men, he queried, "Hey, bud, does Smith live in this here place?"

"Why, yes," said the helpful Rabbit.

"Huh, 'sfunny," said the youngster, pointing to the tablet, "I don't see his name nowhere."