It was a perfect setup. Three thousand Summer School-incited Harvard men were the market, and the Wellesley Freshman Register was the commodity. The middle man, a crafty Junior, was set to make his first million.
Intimate connections with Wellesley were to take care of supply problem, and an advertisement in the CRIMSON started the ball rolling. Twenty hopeful students phoned the first day, and they were promised copies in a short time.
Then the heavy hand of Wellesley interference in private enterprise fell. A frenzied call from Waban informed the Harvard entrepreneur that "no copies are to be released to Harvard." Too many girls had been molested by anonymous wolves last year as a result of the Register's distribution.