Crimson staff writer
Rebecca D. Robbins
Apparently not everyone is doing it: 65 percent of members of the new freshman class recently surveyed by The Crimson admit to entering Harvard as a virgin.
Every year, fresh faces with short memories and capricious tastes flood the Square, distracted by new, flashy, corporate froyo options. And Berryline—poor, forgotten Berryline—finds itself further from the hearts of the fickle patrons it sought to serve.