TONIGHT AT SEVEN-THIRTY

All fire-eating Freshmen and super Sophomores who desire to gain universal acclaim as editors of Cambridge's great breakfast table daily should report to the Crimson building tonight at seven-thirty. You may not consider our news coverage of the best--in which case come out and show how it should be done. You may not agree with all our editorial policies, but don't let that scare you away. Come out and change them. On the other hand, you may think the Crimson is just perfect (most people do). In that case you're just the man we're looking for.

If your marks are high you'll have lots of time for a six-week Crimson competition. If your marks are low, come around anyway. The intellectual stimulus which pervades the atmosphere of 14 Plympton Street is terrific.

But don't be over-optimistic. Many a good man has been known to fall by the wayside. The late Heywood Broun, for instance, three times knew the pleasure of being cut from a Crimson competition. We never could quite figure out whose error that was.

Once you've made the board, however, your future is secure. In fact you can't miss. If you don't believe it, ask James B. Conant '14, or Franklin D. Roosevelt '04. They're both old Crimson editors--and look what's happened to them!