THE FANTASTICKS. This show has been running in New York for about a hundred years, and I still haven't seen it. I tried once, one cold, rainy night, but the cheapest seats they had left were eight dollars or some such exorbitant sum, so I turned tail and ran. And now it's come to Boston. How the mighty are fallen. Opens tonight at 8 at the Boston Center for the Arts.

FEIFFER'S PEOPLE. Sketches and observations by the North House Drama Society and Jules Feiffer, of Little Murders, Carnal Knowledge, and the Village Voice. 8:30 tonight and tomorrow in the Hilles Colloquium Room; Saturday and Sunday in Holmes Hall's Living Room.

GALILEO, by Bertolt Brecht. Personally, I have always believed the earth is the center of the universe. But don't let that stop you. Sources close to the Loeb say this is a great production of a poor play. Other sources close to the Loeb say it's a great play in a poor production. Clearly a mixed brew. 8 at the Loeb.

THE IMPORTANCE OF BEING EARNEST. Algernon, you will recall, enjoys cucumber sandwiches. This seems hard on the cucumbers, but after all, each man kills the thing he loves. I believe there's a possibly more enlightening review elsewhere in this very newspaper. 9 tonight, 8:30 tomorrow through Sunday, at Eliot House.

THE IMPRESARIO, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, and COX AND BOX, by Sir Arthur Sullivan with a non-Gilbertian librettist whose name escapes me, but whose story reaches its climax when Cox learns that Box does not have a strawberry mark on his ear. "Then you are my long-lost brother!" he cries delightedly. Conducted by Gerald Moshell. Opens tonight at 8:30 in the Cabot Hall Living Room.

THE LAST 3 DAYS and THE IMPRESSION WE EXIST. Evidently you do but I know nothing about you. Tomorrow and Saturday, 8 o'clock in the Freshman Union.