SERVING-LINE SILENCE

To the Editors of the CRIMSON:

Every morning 10,000 men of Harvard stumble from sunless rooms to breakfast. Check in, take a tray, grab utensils, receive food. How neat, and how impersonal. And yet some pleasures remain. Every serving lady knows me and I know each and all of them. We're great friends.

This morning none of these nice ladies dared to say hello. They were all looking over their shoulders to see if mean William H. Echols was spying. Richard E. Stiles, Jr. '68