The Hasty Pudding Shows may only b- a revelat on of college fact when they stage boys dressed not as men but as fanciful women. Perhaps the female garments are not as unfamiliar to the Harvard male as one would suppose.

Many natives of Beacon HUI being what they are, it is easily understood why their influence extends down the Hill and across the River.

Intellectuals lean towards homosexualism. Rumors indicate that many a Harvard Professor leads his attractive boys to the male bosom. To his Beacon Hill apartment Radcliffe girls are never invited. Just boys, Young innocents of the dear old CRIMSON...

To add murder to mayhem, as it were, shortly after the good Dean's exposure of sex at Harvard, the Lampoon brought out a special but phony addition of the HARVARD CRIMSON with headlines announcing that women were to be banned from the Harvard rooms.

Authorities rushed to deny this story before the suicide rates leaped to frantic heights.

As with the New Yorker article, I am greatful to Gent for showing me a new aspect of manifold Harvard. I don't want to be one of the many who wonder, "Where was I when they had the wild parties based on the Roman Baths and Scandinavian orgies?"

When I put the magazines aside, I can see that life at Harvard is for from boxing. Harvard is a land of tigers, transcendentalists, renaissance leaders, and seducers. My image of myself is revitalized. Now I'm a bold rebel against morality and society, now a figure in an Intellectual renaissance; now I'm Jack Kerouac, now Lorenzo de Medici. The old routine beckons irresistably ahead