ABSTRACT
SPRINGTIME, hey ding-a-ding, and thoughts of love. Actually, schools and colleges are so naturally conducive to adoration, obsession, crushes and pashes that you need not wait until spring. Many a heart has yearned through long dark classroom winters, many a bum leaned on a gym radiator while its owner nursed a hopeless devotion to the biology master, the head girl, the captain of Pop, or even Reverend Mother.
