Those familiar with the medieval mysteries of Wellesley architecture will sympathize with a Crimson editor who at a late hour last Saturday evening undertook the task of escorting a young lady home to Tower Court... Even without benefit of clergy Tower Court has a monastic eloquence powerful enough to cast a spell over the most sated denizen of Copley Square and the Mayfair. As if the leaded glass windows and pointed archways were not near enough the road to Rome, the architect of the citadel above Lake Waban placed in the driveway a statue in cold, gray stone, a statue of the Madonna. As he drove up the hill the Crimson editor took notice of the homing Wellesley students ambling along beside his car. Nearing the top, he turned to his companion and, never expecting the half-surprised and half-indignant answer he was to get from outside, said, "Where shall I park, next to the Virgin?" "Who, me?" were the words of reply.
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