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A little more than
a year ago, a movement was started by a number of ladies interested
in the University to erect a Yale Infirmary. The building, situated
on Prospect Street, is well under way. There will be 20 bedrooms
in all, most of which will contain fireplaces. A library will be
provided and every effort will be made to make the place look as
homelike as possible, both without and within. There will be as
few regulations about the institution as possible, as the aim is
to give the inmates entire freedom. A competent man and his wife
will have charge of the building and a matron will be employed.
Furnished rooms will be provided for friends who may come from out
of town to assist in caring for the sick. Those students who are
able to do so will be expected to pay for care and treatment, but
for others provision will be made in other ways.
For
the first time in Yale's history, the Board of Admissions will impose
a ten-dollar fee on each applicant, beginning next year. While the
new ruling may reduce the number of "idle applications" (those
from persons who have little or no intention of matriculating at
Yale), the move was made primarily from financial necessity. "The
tremendous sum of money spent by the admissions office has made
it imperative that candidates share some of the expenses," explains
Arthur Howe Jr., director of the Office of Admissions. At present,
the cost to the University is estimated at $20 for each applicant
and $80 for each matriculant. Applications have been increasing
on an average of eight percent each year for the past five years
and could reach a total of 10,000 by 1965.
Watching
undergraduates pile out of WLH after class, I thought it must be
the Polo Grounds bleachers. Or a hobo jungle. Nothing but baggy
chino pants, shirts with the tails out, naked Adam's apples, saggy
socks, and unpolished loafers. I've seen the same at Princeton,
and no doubt Harvard's even worse.
The
argot of the women's movement seems to have caught up with President
Kingman Brewster Jr. In delivering his welcoming remarks to the
Class of 1976, Mr. Brewster addressed the 1,350 men and women as
"freshpersons." Now some students wonder if they should refer
to Mr. Brewster as "Kingperson." |
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