LADY IN RED

An undisguised sense of social consciousness permeates the heavy pages of the Advocate from its Lenin-red cover to its poem on the death of a Dutch Communist. Its effort to convince the bawling radicals that Harvard can be as good a guy as the best of them has made for the most readable Advocate in years.

Typical of the May Day spirit is the scientific dissection of that anigmatic animal, the parlor pink, with an explanation of how he happened to get into the parlor in the first place. "Publish of Perish" shouts forth from the Elliothousetope the atrocitties practiced upon the HArvard faculty in a bit of muckraking of which Upton Sinclair himself could be proud. Not even the short stories have been allowed to slip into a flaccid groove, as so many of the capitalistic short stories have the habit of doing. One tale of a Kansas kindergarten teacher who loses a first-class virginity on a third-class deck, while another is the bitter challenege of a young aristocrat whom the depression forcs from college.

It is pleasant to see Harvard's conservative literary magazine throwing itself right into the May Day spirit, Capitalists will never go far wrong in rubbing elbows, or even editorial columns, with their radical neighbors. Mother Advocate whooping it up with the boys, sporting mud on her shoes, is far from being in an unbecoming role. Into the oars of Advocate editors, filled this morning with congratulations, it would not be out of place to whisper the classic phrase: "Dulce Est Puriculam,"

An undisguised sense of social consciousness permeates the heavy pages of the Advocate from its Lenin-red cover to its poem on the death of a Dutch Communist. Its effort to convince the bawling radicals that Harvard can be as good a guy as the best of them has made for the most readable Advocate in years.

Typical of the May Day spirit is the scientific dissection of that anigmatic animal, the parlor pink, with an explanation of how he happened to get into the parlor in the first place. "Publish of Perish" shouts forth from the Elliothousetope the atrocitties practiced upon the HArvard faculty in a bit of muckraking of which Upton Sinclair himself could be proud. Not even the short stories have been allowed to slip into a flaccid groove, as so many of the capitalistic short stories have the habit of doing. One tale of a Kansas kindergarten teacher who loses a first-class virginity on a third-class deck, while another is the bitter challenege of a young aristocrat whom the depression forcs from college.

It is pleasant to see Harvard's conservative literary magazine throwing itself right into the May Day spirit, Capitalists will never go far wrong in rubbing elbows, or even editorial columns, with their radical neighbors. Mother Advocate whooping it up with the boys, sporting mud on her shoes, is far from being in an unbecoming role. Into the oars of Advocate editors, filled this morning with congratulations, it would not be out of place to whisper the classic phrase: "Dulce Est Puriculam,"