Stadium Viewed AsGrim Nexus of Local Manhunt

Joepers, college at last. And I'm all not for that first football game. Love this new style of ankle length coasts; maybe this year my foot won't look so blue. No, they couldn't be blue cause I'll wear my sheer black stockings.

I don't care what the boys say about new styles covering my legs--they don't know WHAT they're missing.

There is only one thing that really worries me. WHO is going to take me????? The first game is only a week away and I don't know anybody YET.

There must be someway to catch them. There're get-acquainted dances for our mass debut; and they say masses of eager men come to classify us. Can't you see their mental tabulation of each frosh into the beautiful, the intellectual and the majority.

I might have to wait til classes start on Wednesday. But you can't borrow lecture notes the first day . . . Maybe I should get lost ???? Would he know his way around, though? Maybe I could meet an upperclassman that way. Or I could pretend he looks like Rufus McCoy who rescued me from drowning when I was ten.

I've got to go to that game!! Mama bought all those slick get-ups for me, the purple dress with matching glasses; that chartreuse number guaranteed to make sober men think they've had enough; that low-out orange one whose method of support is still uncertain . . . One thing bothers me; I didn't tell mama that these cocktail conglomerations are in men's ROOMS. I'm not sure that I understand THAT. I've boned up on Emily Post; but she doesn't mention such places . . .

I wonder if I should know something about football? I'm sure dates just love me to ask them all about it. The only thing I know is that you shouldn't cheer when your date is biting off his nails; and you shouldn't admire the wrong band. Everyone knows that Harvard's band is the best in the land.

And a football game's the best way to see all your friends. You have to be sure that they wave at you: It's proof to them that I can catch a man. Only you don't usually try to speak to them--they might find something catty to say about your raccoon coat.

Anyhow, I'm all set for that game . . . and that weekend. Wouldn't YOU like to take me??