Social Life Vital Part of Students' Initiation Into "The Fellowship of Educated Men"

This article is designed for the incoming Freshman who three weeks from few will be unpacking his trunk in Cambridge, secure in the ascetic belief that his next three or four years will be spent with his nose deep in books. It is inteded for the Freshman who thinks Harvard is all hard work, who is going to give up going with women and stick to the intellectual discipline of the University. It is for the man who thinks that he will, perforce, be faithful to his hometown love and will never have a chance to relax with the belles of Greater Boston.

This article is for him; he should clip it carefully and paste it to the inside of his brown fedora where it will be handy six weeks from now, when he decides that maybe a trip out for an evening now and again won't mean a flunk in Physics B and eligibility for the draft.

There is plenty to do within striking distance of the Yard without attending chemical colloquia and searching out the glass flowers. Just what will appeal to the taste of each individual is a variable, but the range of activities has remained constant for years.

As far as women are concerned there are two types--Genus Coed and Phylum Bostoniensis. Boston and New England are chock full of women's colleges. While trends of thought in recent years have been along the line that most of these homes of happy hunting were accessible only by way of the automobile, delving and dredging since the recent rationing program have revealed that the railroad companies have laid branch lines from South Station even to Northampton, Norton, and South Hadley.

The cycle of Harvard excursions has traditionally been from near to far. No matter how much warned, practically every denizen of the Yard hovels has investigated Radcliffe before branching out to Wellesley, Smith, and finally to Vassar. Recent developments however, have made it a doubtful proposition whether the heaven that has been Pough-keepsie will still he within range of the Harvardian. Even the 14 miles to Wellesley begins to look like a long trip. Radcliffe, it is certain, will come to play a larger part in the life of Harvard as time goes on.

What is the truth about 'Cliffe girls? Well, nobody will deny that they're intelligent. A good many of them have fine senses of humour. But when it comes to beauty, there's a minority that George White wouldn't be ashamed of mixed in among a vast majority of twisted-seamed, straight haired, bespectacled young women, who are, aesthetically speaking, nonentities. The trick is to pick the sheep from the goats.

The way to entertain a Radcliffe girl in the evening is simple. Don't be ashamed to take her to the University Theater, walking her back and forth to her dormitory. Above all, don't be loathe to use the subway to get her into Boston. She'll be so tickled pink to see that fabulous city that she'll almost be willing to pay her own fare. (Note quite.) In Boston are plays, movies, bars, symphonies, and store windows, depending on your pleasure and your purse.

Wellesley Hard To Find

Wellesley is a half hour away by auto, an hour by subway and train. A complicated system of transfers will get you back starting as late as 10 o'clock (that's late for Wellesley freshmen during the week). A still better possibility is to command the young lady to appear in town and meet her at the Back Bay station, which is fairly convenient to the places to go and things to do. She can catch one of a number of trains back. If you go to visit her without means of automotive transport, there is a limited number of prospects before you. Two, in fact. Visiting the corner drug store for a soda and walking around the dimly lit and grassy shores of Lake Waban. The latter type of entertainment is recommended for them as can.

If your interest turns to Bradford, Wheaten, Connecticut, or Colby, make h er come to Boston; you'll waste your time visiting her, and it'll be worth paying her hotel bill. Probably she'll stop at a Y. W. C. A. haven known as the Pioneer anyway, for chaperonage reasons, and there she pays her own bill. Smith and Vassar are good places to visit; go if you can.

Erskine is another handy institution. The physical attractiveness of the girls runs high, but they rarely turn up with enough brains to know what you're talking about if you leave the subject of football. Most of them seem to be lassies from west of the Hudson who didn't make one of the good colleges and who want the advantages of an "Eastern education"; the ratio of snobs is, if anything, higher than that of empty-heads. The best lot of the college is the bunch that is mixed up in dramatics. If you are interested in acting, try to get a part in an Erskine play. You can learn dramatics and enjoy yourself simultaneously.

Debs, Raymor, etc.

All Boston feminity is divided into three parts--debs, Raymor girls, and others.

Debs are almost unifromly dull, but they do give parties. If you get invited to the Brattle Hall dances or the Eliot Hall dances, go; if the war hasn't put a halt to partics by next year, you'll get to know "the right girls" and be eligible for the stag lines.

The Raymor is as much an unofficial part of Harvard as its next-door neighbor on Huntington Avenue, Symphony Hall. It is inhabited by lonely girls who are just aching for a dancing partner. You pay $.50 to get in and then you ask whom you will to dance. There are no more charges, and you may escort the young lady to her home if you wish, and if she's willing.

There is a vast and untouched field of other girls in Boston. Most of them are accessible by subway. They have homes and invite you to dinner and have parlors they often like to go to the movies and to do things that the girls you knew at home like to do. They are hard to get to know in the first place, because Boston people are traditionally distant, but once they speak to you, you find out that Boston people are just like anyone else, almost.