Dear Mr. Editor:

I should like to add further information on two items that appeared in your issue of October 31. The matter of PCB’s and their ‘‘bark’’ was well treated by your literary editor, and I have been following the argu- ments on their supposed hazard. But the cost of removal turned out to be much higher then we had anticipated; $175,000 was the quoted price. Given recent research into the toxicity of PCB’s and our constant surveillance of their security; in the final budgetary tug of war we did not feel that we could at this time justify the cost of purging the transformers.

The second item appeared on page ten under the heading ‘‘University sues students’’. The basic infor- mation is undoubtedly correct. But in this case the decision to sue was made by the university's insur- ance agent, not by the university. Annually we insure the property of the university against a variety of acts so that we can replace whatever is damaged or de- stroyed by whatever means. But if we receive replace- ment funds from the insurance, then the agent has the right to sue for the return of those funds from those who have been found guilty, in this case, of vandal- ism.

I regret very much that students were involved - but I could not expect students to be treated differently from others where the total damages are so high.

Your sincerely

C.W.J. Elliot President

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