Baa, Baa, Baa

It is not a vintage year so far for Yale University. First came the revelation that Yale library's famous "Vin-land map" may be nothing more than a wondrously wrought forgery (TIME, Feb. 4). Then last week came a Connecticut Supreme Court challenge to Mory's, the all-male New Haven drinking club, which must now fight to maintain its private-club status in order to continue refusing to admit women (a policy since 1886). The "gentlemen songsters off on a spree" proclaimed in Yale's Whiffenpoof Song may be presented with the uncomfortable choice of finding a watering hole other than Mory's or being joined by lady listeners. If that weren't enough, the New York City Health Department after diligent inspection listed the mid-Manhattan Yale Club as in violation of the city health code when it discovered mouse excreta on the premises and splinters in its cutting boards. Quipped Yale Alumnus Dick Cavett ('58): "Next thing we'll hear is that the Yale Bowl has a crack in it."

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