Number, Please?

Nobody could say for sure how it all began. And nobody, for that matter, particularly cared. The fact was that spring had come, and U.S. college boys, jaded by past triumphs in 1) goldfish swallowing and 2) panty stealing, took up last week a new game called Telephone Box Squash. It started in South Africa, sped on to England, and by week's end was the rage in California.

Any number can play Telephone Box Squash--the greater the number, in fact, the better. The first player gets into a telephone booth. Then another, then another, then another. In South Africa, 25 six-footers crammed in. Fortnight ago, 15 boys made it in Cambridge, and 19 squeezed in at Hatfield Technical College, near London. Then St. Mary's College in Moraga, Calif, claimed 22 ("the smallest guys on the campus''--see cut). For the benefit of Modesto (Calif.) Junior College, the telephone company got into the act. warily provided a booth that provided room for 32. But the Modesto coup clearly could not stand unchallenged. For one thing, the booth was lying flat on the ground; for another, the telephone had been removed.

Careful students of the game were quick to point out that it is essential for the phone to be in the booth, for it is absolutely necessary that one of the crowd be able to answer the phone if it should ring. There are no extra credits awarded for placing a call midst the squash, and if the boys can get a few coeds to join in, there should be no necessity to call.

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