Le(s)t the Old Traditions Fail
Brita Reed, D’76, takes it upon herself to solve early issues of coeducation. Spring, 1976:Another Tuesday evening at Topliff Hall, and I’m running late for the seven o’clock summer sex clinic. My arms are overfilled with an oversized plastic yellow dishpan crammed beyond the brim with cookies, crackers, and contraceptives. As I attempt to pull …
