Quincy: Where The Boys Aren't

If you are a girl who eats at Quincy House you have little chance of meeting there the man you may someday come to love.

The problem is that the Summer School administration decided this year to keep the Quincy dining hall open five days a week to shorten the queues at the Union. So about 400 students, girls, mostly, with a smattering of Harvard men who are living in their Houses for the summer, were assigned to Quincy; others with a meal ticket were given a yellow card--good at the Union.

Most of the girls surveyed last night were, as one of them put it, "quasi-annoyed." Another, with a strangely beautiful, full-boned face said, "Give me a week to get neurotic about it and then ask."

"When you consider everything," mused one inky eyed sprite, "there isn't much of a difference between the two dining rooms. Boys are just as willing to get ice for your iced tea in both places." On a hot day, she said, you can meet everyone at the table.

At supper there was talk of getting up a petition asking for some kind of inter house. But it was awfully hot.