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Basic Training In Life At The University

aware, that some of the
conveniences which Mr.
Mittleman had been enjoying,
when this University had less
number of students, are gone
and he is strongly feeling for
them. I am with him but he
should not object to mass
education and having more
lawyers to compete with him,
when he enters in the real
situation.

Let Mr. Mittleman know,
that the University is a training
ground for the life ahead and it
is in his interest and in the
interest of the student body
that a real picture of the
society ahead be given to them
while they are undergoing
education. For example when a
female graduate student living
in the dorm takes out your wet
clothes from the drier, located
in the Gildersleeve, though you
have deposited four dimes and
have returned to check only
after thirty minutes, or some
unknown student takes out
your jacket from the Newcomb
Hall hangers, while you are
taking your dinner and does
not return it even after your
written request, or some
unknown colleague takes out
your wrist watch from your
desk in the school and never
returns it even after your
announcement, or you wait
long hours at the cafeteria or
student health, to get only
disappointment or you do not
find a reading place or book in
the library and your term
papers are due, or your feel
helpless to see some of the
ideal conditions being, now,
violated, then Mr. Mittleman,
you should be thankful to the
University that you are being
trained for a life ahead where
less respect for mutual values
exist.

There is no harm in
attempting to make this place
heavenly but that attempt is
not worth taking, in my
opinion, because heaven is
elsewhere, as everybody
knows. I think everybody has
a right to visit it. So, wish you
all luck to the new journey,
Mr. Mittleman. So long!

R.S. Sinha
Grad Engineering

High Price

The extent of overcrowding
at this University was very
pointedly driven home to me
last Monday evening as I
sought a parking place within
walking distance of Wilson
Hall. After about twenty
minutes of diligent searching I
spied a place and wheeled It to
it, only to discover it was one
of the two spots reserved for
"Blood Donors" across from
the Barringer wing of the
Hospital. I nevertheless decided
to remain where I was, but felt
it my duty under the Honor
System to go in and offer my
pint of blood to the medical
student on duty in the Blood
Bank that night. My donation
was accepted, and I left after a
few minutes only slightly
weaker for the loss of blood,
and feeling at the same time a
curious mixture of both
triumph and depression. I was
elated that I had managed to
beat the system and get a
parking place, but I was
distressed to learn that I can
give blood—and get that
parking place—only once every
eight weeks. With the parking
situation the way it is, I am
tempted to go ahead and let
them drain me once a week. It
would only be for one
semester. I wonder if I could
use an alias?