"If they can't behave any better than they did in '49, they just shouldn't come down here at all."

Carl expects to be busy though. On big week-ends he thinks men like to show their dates that they're easy with the money. The rest of the time? "They'd rather walk through the Kansas flood," said Carl.

Princetonians will probably find Jim Cronin's place the closest thing to their own Nassau tavern, on a bigger, bawdier, scale.

Jim views week-ends like this with apprehension. If the usual 2-3,000 people pass in and out of his place, it means broken glasses, waitresses threatening to quit, singing, fighting, and dancing in the aisles. If they don't, it means an empty till.

But the crowds will come. Jim said that "Princeton has calmed down quite a bit since two years ago. I was talking to four Princetonians the other day who said that they've lost all their spirit.

This is a Radcliffe girl. As to whether she's typical or not, every man should decide for himself.

She is in the process of preparing for the Big Weekend. On football week-ends, the halls of the Annex are quiet and foreboding. With a rough one to five ratio, a 'Cliffedweller can pick her pet from the pile.

But this lass has sold out to the enemy. She will grace the arm of an orange and black sweater today.

"These Harvard men are all right for in between times," said the toweled temptress, "but on week-ends a girl likes to have some fun."

For this attitude, she has been scorned by her housemates. Harvard loyalty is probably greater at 'Cliffe than at Harvard.

"The trouble with you girls," she maintains, "is that you've never lived -- tiger style."