"Harvard boys seem awfully sappy compared to aviators." With such cruel curtness has one debutante dismissed "the whole tribe of fops" across the Charles and broken it is not known how many Crimson hearts.

The University's latest admirer is none other than Miss Olivia "Skeeter" Mathews, of Dedham. Formerly prominent in society, she began to be bored with its "petty functions," and turned to aviation as a diversion. Before long she had become so absorbed in it that even dances lost their pristine appeal.

Now she would much prefer to listen to the roar of an aeroplane engine than to the drone of a saxophone. And as for partners--well, she'd "rather step out to a jig with an aviator than with a Harvard man." In fact, the University boys who attend such affairs amuse her. She would choose the company of pilots and mechanics.

If Miss Mathews scorns the Junior Prom or the Hasty Pudding dance--perhaps they are not exciting enough?--at least she is fast becoming proficient down at the East Boston Airport, where her flying ability is highly rated. Every pleasant day she dons greasy overalls and tinkers with airplane engines under the supervision of men working at the hangars.

She is still in the student class, although she has made her first solo flight and that while the ground was covered with snow.