It is not Tom Bolles' undraftable reserve outfit but the Radcliffe crew that curious College students have seen paddling up and down the upper reaches of the Charles in their slightly leaky Leviathan, the good barge Cutty Sark.

Under the Spartan direction of Coach Harriet Clarke, who thinks "Harvard men are sissies," over 100 girls ply the river twice a week for their required athletic credits. In their only boat, reported to have been christened with real champagne recently, about four shifts a day push off from the Browne and Nichols boat house, which has been leaned them for the fall.

Few Harvard men have seen the crews because hardy as the girls of Radcliffe are they dare not row into College territory, except in the early morning shift, when the feminiue earsmen sometimes venture as far as Weld boathouse.

Despite the fact that the unseasoned Radcliffe oarsmen cannot row much more than fifteen minutes a day, Miss Clarke, toughened by her years of experience, and serving only as coxswain manages to work up a sweat on a few delicate feminine brows. In fact the girls, though fond of their storn mentor, definitely agree that she is "hardbeiled." As one young thing commented, "She won't even let me powder my nose."

Although their official fall season ended Friday, the girls plan to keep in condition this winter in anticipation of coming out into the open next spring. All that they used to take on Wellesley's more experienced eights, they say, is a new boathouse, a launch and a substitute for the invincible Cutty Sark. But until they get them, they are determined to slosh along bravely with smiles on their faces and water on their toes.