Pick a Name, Any Name; You Might Snare a 'Cliffedweller

After ten days of reading the heavy brainwork of fifty Harvard entrants, Miss Irene Tinker, Radcliffe '49, said in a small voice last night that entries for the contest to name her pet project, an unborn literary magazine for 'Cliffedwellers, were now officially closed.

Four selections, considered by the nebulous editorial board to be those most likely to succeed, will be submitted to the mass of feminine undergraduate judges tomorrow. Ballots, reported to be printed on flowery pink paper, are being stuffed head-on into Annex mailboxes even now.

The prize? A date with the Magazine's first feminine subscriber. And the results? Who knows? The girls have but four choices: "The Radclit," "The Magazine," "The Radcliffe Literary Magazine," and "The Cliffers."