For 31 years at Yale, the last Saturday in April has been Derby Day, an event strictly for the hearty. Donning inventively outlandish costumes, Yalemen and their dates pile into trucks, horse-drawn wagons, old jalopies and chartered buses, drive ten miles to Derby, Conn. (pop. 10,264) on the banks of the Housatonic. There they drink beer, play ball, smash each others' straw boaters, throw their girl friends into the river and generally have a loud time. Some time during the afternoon there are intercollegiate crew races, the ostensible reason for the whole celebration....
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