"It's Dark..."

For neckers, the rolling, spacious (1,900-acre) campus of the University of Wisconsin has always offered a goodly choice for a few hours on the Old Ox Road. Some couples, as the old song records, go up to Observatory Hill,* some to the shore of Lake Mendota; others just scatter. Last week Professor Howard Gill of the sociology department suggested that this phase of campus mores could stand a bit of organizing.

What the university needed, said he, was a traditional Lovers' Lane--a well-supervised Romance Road, lined with benches for convenience and street lamps for decorum. Some students wanted to know just how much supervision the professor was calling for. But the student council liked the idea. As things stood now, complained the council president, campus cops were prowling about like the Gestapo, and that was the wrong emphasis. "We're [the council] more interested in preventing students from going off the deep end than lying in wait for them."

At week's end, Romance Road seemed to have hit a block. The dean's office was noticeably cool to the idea, with or without proper lighting. That seemed to leave matters safely on the old traditional basis.

* "... While dreaming about our date tonight

I failed in my hist'ry test;

But what do I care, it's great tonight!

And, darling, may I suggest:

It's dark on Observatory Hill . . ."

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