Oft in the Stilly Night

To the Editor of the CRIMSON:

Here before it has been my ineluctable impression, or was it illusion, that Freshmen were not permitted to room in those buildings which are within the sacred precincts of the "the Yard."

But how is such a faith to be sustained, with every night's inevitable raucous chorus of Rhinehart, Rineheart, Reinhardt, or as you will, according to pronunciation? For surely sophomores are too sophisticated, juniors too hedonistic, seniors too conscious of dignity, to bawl so puerility into the otherwise stilly night. Yet this cacophonic condition prevails with careful regularity.

Is this, may I ask, any way to carry on that mellowed, perhaps mossy, tradition? In brief, what is become of the ballowed and glorious Harvard indifference? R. E. Wade, Jr., '27.