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emerged with wallets unscathed.
    Ted Lambros could sign up for nothing as his schedule was already fully committed to courses academic - by day and culinary by night.
    Danny Rossi put his name down for the Catholic Club, assuming that religious girls would be a little shyer and therefore easier to meet. Maybe they would even be as inexperienced as he.
    Andrew Eliot made his way through all this welter like a seasoned explorer routinely hacking through dense foliage. The kind of social clubs that he'd be joining did their recruitment in a more sedate and far less public fashion. - And Jason Gilbert, except for buying a quick subscription
    to the Crimson (so-he could send the chronicles of his achieve-
     
     
     
     
    ments home to Dad and Mom), strode calmly through the
    phalanx of barkers, much like his ancestors had traversed the
    Red Sea, and returned to Straus.
    Miracle of miracles, the mysterious D. D. was actually
    awake. Or at least his bedroom door was open and someone was lying on the bed, face enveloped by a physics text.
    Jason hazarded direct discourse. "Hi there, are you D. D?" A pair of thick, horn-rimmed spectacles cautiously peeked above the book.
    "Are you my roommate?" a nervous voice responded.
    "Well, I've been assigned to Straus A thirty-two, Jason answered.
    "Then you're my roommate," the young man logically
    concluded. And after carefully marking with a paper clip the line where he had left off reading, he put down his book, rose and
    offered a somewhat cold and clammy hand.
    "I'm David Davidson," he said.
    "Jason Gilbert."
    D. D. then eyed his roommate suspiciously and asked, "You don't smoke, do you?" -
    "No, it's bad for the wind. Why do you ask, Dave?"
    "Please, I prefer to be called David," he replied. "I ask because I specifically requested a nonsmoking roommate. Actually I wanted a single, but they don't allow freshmen to live alone."

"Where are you from?" Jason inquired.
    "New York. Bronx High School of Science. I was a finalist in the Westinghouse Competition. And you?"
    "Long Island. Syosset. All I've been is finalist in a
    couple of tennis tournaments. Do you play any sport, David?"
    "No," the young scholar replied. "They're all a waste of time. Besides, I'm pre-med. I have to take things like Chem Twenty. What's your chosen career, Jason?"
    God, thought Jason, do I have to be interviewed just to be this wonk's cellmate?
    "To tell the truth, I haven't decided yet. But while I'm thinking about it, shouldn't we go out and buy some basic furniture for the living room?" -
    "What for?" D. D. asked warily. "We each have a bed, a desk, and a chair. What else do we need?"
    Well, said Jason, "a couch might be nice. You know, to relax and study in during the week. We could also use an
     
     
     
    icebox. So we'd have something cold to serve people on the weekends."
    "People?" D.D. inquired, somewhat agitated. "Do you intend to have parties here?" -
    Jason was running out of patience.
    "Tell me, David, did you specifically request an introverted monk as your roommate?"
    "No."
    "Well, you didn't get one. Now, are you going to chip in for a second-hand couch or not?"
    "I don't need a couch," be replied sanctimoniously.
    "Okay," said Jason, "then I'll pay for it myself. But if I
    ever -see you sitting on it, I'll charge you rent." Andrew Eliot, Mike Wigglesworth, and Dickie Newall spent all that afternoon scouring the furniture emporia in and
    around the Square and procured the finest leatherette pieces available. After expending three hours and $195, they stood at the ground floor of G-entry with all their treasures.
    "God," Newall exclaimed, "I shudder to think how many lovelies will succumb on this incredible chaise longue. I mean they'll just take one look at it, disrobe, and- hop right
    on.

"in that case, Dickie," Andrew interrupted his old buddy's reverie, "we'd better lug it up the stairs. If a Cliffie passes while we're standing here you might just have to perform in
    public." -
    "Don't think I