Wellesley, Radcliffe Wait For Class of '43 With Open Arms

"At Tupelo, tradition goes

That if they don't propose.

You pick them up and throw them in in all their Sunday clothes."

Tupelo is a romantic spot on Lake Waban, Wellesley College's own canoe pond. Here in the Spring determined Wellesley girls lie in wait for tender Harvard Freshmen.

But by the time Spring rolls around, the Class of 1943 will be availing itself of extra-curricular activities not only at Wellesley, but at Radcliffe, Pine Manor, Smith, Vassar, Bennington, and a host of other female institutions.

The soft and womanly Wellesley girl, available for Saturday dates until one o'clock and on other nights until ten or eleven, is the Harvard Freshman's traditional favorite. He will do well to ignore Wellesley's stated preference for Dartmouth, Princeton, and Gonzaga Teachers' College; distant pastures always look greener.

Although Radcliffe girls have lagged in Yard popularity in past years, it is rumored that there is an up-and-coming bunch of hard-drinking, intellectual young buds easily obtainable in the Shepard Street district.

Pine Manor girls are young, beautiful, and hedged about by an impossible set of rules. They sometimes, however, "check out for the library" on warm evenings.

Smith, Vassar, and more recently, creative Bennington draw their quota of Yardlings who venture outside the area of the Boston Elevated Railroad system.