"ZIP"

Once again Harvard men have incurred the dire disapprobation of Cambridge collegiate, femininity, and this time the girls of Radcliffe, Sargent, and Miss Leslie's, offended, embarrassed, shocked, have resorted to Cambridge police. For they have endured, even unto the breaking point, the flaunting of the hirsute adornment of bare masculine legs by Harvard men while sipping tea in the refined atmosphere of an elite Harvard Square tea shoppe. According to them the atmosphere of their favorite afternoon rendez-vous is destroyed by half-dressed athletes and, with appropriate modesty and blushes, they insist that hairy nether limbs be confined to the gymnasium or, in this case, to the squash court.

In a day and age when the weaker sex so universally expresses admiration of the "cave man" while at the same time upholding that great American slogan, "It's off, because it's out," the problem is an alarming one. The question as to whether the tea-sipping students of Radcliffe, Sargent, and Miss Leslie's should abandon, as they threaten to do, the debated territory of the fashionable tea shoppe to their enemies, the hairy-legged racquetmen, offers possibilities of stone throwing. The female crusader against legs laments a lack of modesty; and the male defendant retorts that "people who wear sheer hose should not wear short dresses." And even if the girls in question discreetly whisper a depilatory solution, the Harvard athlete would probably be no more willing to give up their Esau birthright than to wear silk stockings which leave little to the imagination. It is decidedly unsportsmanlike for the fair sex to deny the male entrance to their domain of flaunting legs and it is hardly politic that they should be so disconcerted by a hairy leg that they create a disturbance with the midyears so imminent.