Saturday was a rough day for furry animals.

In the afternoon, the Brown bear took a beating at the game. That thoughtless, blundering beast first dared to tangle with the battle-tested prop crew of the Harvard Band, and then it made an ill-advised tour of the Crimson stauds.

In the evening, Playboy's sex-conscious rabbit (or bunny or maybe bunny rabbit) spent one of his more miserable nights in his fascinating career at Harvard's first (and probably only) Playboy party.

The highly publicized and highly priced Harvard Playboy premier at Harkness Commons was rather dull indeed. For those who had come expecting a reasonable facsimile of the parties Playboy so temptingly describes from time to time, the Harvard version was downright miserable.

Posters had advertised activities in Playboy's Penthouse, Playboy's Den, and in Playboy's Library. Somehow, despite the strong incentive for day-dreaming encouraged by the $5 entry fee, these magical areas looked exactly like the dining and meeting rooms in Harkness Commons with insufficient lighting.

In vain did one search for house Playmates. Two were eventually chosen from the dates present--for dancing ability or something like that. The procedure was similar to the way queens are chosen at any decent high school sock hop. The prizes were different of course. Instead of a factory sealed (or kissed) Elvis record, Playboy pajamas were awarded; the spirit was the same, though.

The bright spot of the evening was the spirited if not polished performance of The Mercenaries--a Winthrop House folk song trio. Their best number, a spoof on rock and roll culture entitled "Bitter Brew" was rather popular with the suave set upstairs, but the twisting kats in the basement below were rather unamused at this attack on some of their basic values.