THE BROOKS HOUSE CLOTHING COLLECTION.

Exhortations in formal vein having proved themselves formerly in vain, the CRIMSON casts aside its arterial robe and dons for the moment Lampy's purple and yellow gymnasium suit. Its purpose is to lay bare the shocking nakedness of Ellis and other equally deserving islands to the eyes of the University. Gentlemen! their chattering teeth exposed to the furious tempests, their blue-black lips crackling and rustling in a vain attempt to produce the sadly sweet notes of "Aw, wert thou in the cauld, cauld-slaw" these shivering inhabitants of a deserted island beg you on their unbendable and likewise un-unbendable knees to clothe them in your cast-off garments. Charity begins at home, gentlemen. Shed a collar, a tear, or a shoe into the Brooks House collection-plate. It will not be wasted. The myrmidons of our little Napoleon, the graduate secretary of Brooks House, have been swarming since early dawn through the Yard tearing the draperies off the statues in Fogg, skinning the fur-coats from the squirrels, and even stripping the bark from the aged elms with pen knives.

Charity begins at home. Let not long acquaintance with a garment blind you to its defects, and remember that truly a bag in the hand is worth two in the trousers. Make a few disparaging remarks on your suit--you will not be the first--and don't forget that if you are going to give your clothes away it's a great deal better to know it than to think you've struck a good bargain with Max.