Quot Homines.

Dear "Smad,"—

I crave short space in your columns to throw out a suggestion (pardon any mixture of the metaphor) to those who, so turbulently. so rashly, nay, so blusteringly, go flapping the wings of argument in our Common Room, and stir up such a dust and commotion that the air is not only oppressive with the usual narcotic haze (which, after all. is not to be objected to), but is demoniacally rife with the clash of conflicting opinion. "God spare my days" if ever I am caught up in the whirl of these arguments!

With many others—perhaps even your dear old self—I prefer the quiet tete-a-tete while reclined on the Common Room sofa.

Still Small Voice.