Panting at the prospect of a "bang-up time promised for all" at the Wellesley get-acquainted dance Saturday night, over 300 self-styled protagonists of the dance and allied fields stormed the CRIMSON office early yesterday morning to vie for positions on the limited list of 200 to be accepted for the get-together.
Growing desperate about the mob clamoring about the list with pencils out-thrust, one Freshman merely left a note:
"Dear Madame, I should like to attend the dance Saturday night. I am a veteran, 5 feet, 10 inches, with blond hair, blue eyes, and subdued emotions." Cooed one pert Wellesley Freshman, "Just what we are looking forward to!"
Due to the obvious difficulties of arranging time and place of departure for Wellesley, light-footed enthusiasts must find their own means of transportation to the dance. However, Miss Jean McCouch of the dance committee is laying plans for return to Cambridge by bus.