Word: writer
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Dates: during 1910-1919
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Each essay should bear a nom de plume or arbitrary sign which should be included in an accompanying letter giving the writer's real name, college, class and home address. Both letter and essay should reach H. C. Phillips, Secretary Lake Mohonk Conference (address, until December 1, 1915, Mohonk Lake, N. Y.; December 1, 1915, to April 1, 1916, 3531 Fourteenth Street, N. W., Washington, D. C.), not later than March 15, 1916. Essays should be mailed flat (not rolled...
...seems to the writer that the CRIMSON has lowered itself by the use of extraordinarily bad taste in imputing the motives of any gift which has been accepted by the College. Mr. Hudson Maxim, no matter what we may think of his ideas, has made us a gift which should be taken in the spirit in which it was given. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth...
...CRIMSON prints a communication today which calls attention to the need of a representative undergraduate orchestra. The writer asserts that the Pierian Sodality is hampered in its work on account of obstacles inherent to its organization. These obstacles arise chiefly from the fact that the Pierian, in addition to being an orchestra, is a social organization, and this fact stands in the way of any radical improvements. Because of its social character, discriminations are necessarily made which seriously impair the quality of the work...
...George Macaulay Trevelyan, English author, will lecture in the Living Room of the Union tomorrow evening at 8 o'clock. Mr. Trevelyan is the third son the Sir George Otto Trevelyan, celebrated English author and statesman, and is well-known as a brilliant historical writer, notably in connection with two books on Garibaldi, published...
...class of the mediocre belong the three bits of verse, "The Jap Doll," "Lamentation," and "The Caravan." The first transposes the "Madame Butterfly Motif" into the familiar key of Kipling's dialesticisms. The second is a highly colored trifle as frail as the "jewelled veil gossamer" that its writer mentions. The last is purposeless but inoffensive. Like so much modern verse, all of these compositions lack the bone and fibre of solid thought and poetic necessity. They leave the impression that their authors sat down and cried, "Lo, I must produce a poem," and then cudgelled their brains...