Margaret Reeve ’71

Our first year we wore skirts to dinner, and as the last ones in the dining room, sat with seniors who discussed details of their upcoming weddings. It was all we could do to remain seated and gracefully excuse ourselves at the earliest opportunity.

One cold night we ventured into town to Bailey’s. The next morning we were summoned by the house mother who inquired as to the “condition you were in when you signed in last night,” We assured her that our frozen fingers hampered us from signing in properly!

Times were a changin’ in our sophomore year. In countless meetings we hashed out how to allow men in the dorm. The college president lamented that Gordon Linen Service would have to wash “the sheets of sin.” Then there was the “threat of the unveiled penis” in our bathrooms. Somehow, threat contained, we were granted overnight visits by men.