Dear “1926 Alumni Wife”:

BECAUSE I find in your letter to the ALUMNI WEEKLY a similarity of situation and a completeness of agreement, I am asking the Editor of the ALUMNI WEEKLY to forward this directly to you.

I am a member of the Class of 1926, I have a son who is at the moment an undergraduate in the Class of 1958, and I too have two younger sons who have not yet chosen their college. I have traveled much in the realm of dormitories and fraternity houses, I have seen many a slum in both the North and South in the coµrse of my professional work, but never did I breathe the pure serene air of complete disorder until I visited the room where my son and his seven roommates slept. There was only one corner of one so-called divan that I was told I could sit with safety, and the only room with any semblance of order was the so-called “bar” from which two record players apparently erupted decibels day and night.

Perhaps I am getting old but I really do not believe it was like that thirty years ago. I certainly can’t fight that kind of living, but I do hope that you can.


Charleston, S.C.