Lux et Tunica Sordida?

Yalemen were way behind Harvardmen at gulping goldfish in the late '30s, but last week they were in the van of the latest undergraduate seizure: the Dirty Shirt Club. The idea is simple. Each club member puts up $10, takes turns at wearing the same unwashed pink cotton shirt for a day at a time. The man wearing the shirt the day it falls apart wins the pot.

Yale's Dirty Shirt Club last week had 16 members, a waiting list and one very dirty shirt (not yet worn out). So far, Harvardmen were holding back.

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