Valentines mean love and kisses to most people, but Miss Brick Jones, who tends the aisle section of the Coop's Valentine Department, just wishes Harvard men would polish their manners a bit for the occasion.
Yesterday morning, for instance, a card-hungry horde knocked her down, stopped on her, and, to rub salt in the would, "blow a hole in my last pair of nylons."
"This is the third day of the rush," she groaned, rolling with a block thrown by a hasty customer. "I hope I pull through tomorrow."
The instability of Harvard students baffles Miss Jones. "Never seen anything like it.
Undergraduates ponder quite a bit before they pick a square card for a round girl. Miss Jones statistics reveal a clear split, within individual purchases, between Sentiment and Joke cards.
"They only spend 10 or 15 cents on each one, though," the red-hatred salesgirl said, as she rang up 80 cents and slipped eight cards into an envelope for a nervous youth. "It always surprises me when they let loose on a dollar job."
Radcliffe girls, she claimed, don't buy as many, and they spend twice as long making up their minds. "Especially on the sentimental ones-my Lord!"