The carefree clutter of books and clothes, the cherished mementos of lost childhood, beginning career and burgeoning romance marked it inimitably as a young women's dormitory. Around the two-story apartment on Chicago's far South Side, Teddy bears stood button-eyed vigil over dressers festooned with framed pictures of parents and boy friends. Among the souvenirs of tender evenings past was a long-empty champagne bottle. In the three upstairs bedrooms lined with bunks, the closets were crammed with party dresses. In one bedroom, a postcard was fondly pinned to a notice board: "Some day...
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