Forty years age, the occurence of a girl in the village of Princeton brought forth mobs of curious students and shouts of "Cattle on the campus!" The situation has hardly improved with time.

Local womanhood now consists of very rich girls and very poor girls. Intermediate social levels occasionally appear on the Princeton campus, causing students to complain, "I can see they're there, but damned if I know where they come from."

The closest girl's school is New Jersey College for Women, 14 miles away in New Brunswick. Since this institution is across the street from Rutgers, a condition is created analogous to a Tufts man trying to horn in on Radcliffe.

Blushing Trenton

The closest city is Trenton, considered by Princetonians as the poor man's Scollay Square. Last year the Nassau Sovereign described Trenton as "a fair rose, a blushing maiden," with its tongue so far in its cheek that it almost choked. Students who go there are viewed as morally depraved, even if just for the movies.

Faced with these hindrances, Princeton men usually freight their dates from loading depots in New York and Philadelphia. The cost for shipping, storage, and deterioration averages out to $50, which hardly seems worthwhile in view of the weekend entertainment.

This consists of a rally, a football game, and a night of club-supplied merriment, interspersed liquidly at pre-arranged times. The club affair usually includes a dance, but many members amuse their dates with billiards, bridge, or an educational hour at the television screen.

Alumni Must Rest

Even this is denied Princetonians on their biggest weekend, the one covering the Harvard or Yale game. This is the time when alumni choose to return and sleep aloft in their old clubs, and the College has forbidden any parties lest the grads be disturbed by first-floor merriment.

As for extra-curricular entertainment on the weekend, Nassau men run into a blind alley, figuratively speaking. They aren't allowed to have cars, and they can't have women in their rooms after 7 p.m. Even the clubs keep an eye on darkened-room proceedings, for fear of being squelched by the University. Club men are never allowed in the women's quarters and not even in the building after 2 p.m.

It's Worse for the Sophs

This pint-sized merry-making is reduced even further for freshmen and sophomores, who aren't mature enough to join a club. For them there is nothing but a gymnasium dance and an intown movie. Last week underclassmen queued up for tickets to a "Prince-Tiger" dance: the office opened at 2 p.m.; the only people who got tickets had been in line since before noon.