Love that train number.
Further to my statement above, the fraternities at northeast colleges pledged black members in the early sixties, probably still do.
I see that I misunderstood your meaning that “the universites were never like that” with regard to making the girls go home early, when you meant race relations.
I may never know if race played any part in the lateness. But I did see continuing segregation not only of the races but also of social classes when I lived in the deep south in 1969. The janitor at my place of business was black and had a college degree. One day I talked to him in the lunchroom as he swept the floor. He was astonished that I took any interest in learning about him and his family and soon began looking around furtively so he wouldn’t get in trouble.
One of the weirder classist manifestations was when I tried to get opera tickets for myself and my husband, and the man selling them detected a northern accent, so he began interviewing me, and ultimately said we would not be able to purchase tickets because my husband was military but not an officer. I said he was an Ivy League graduate but had been drafted—but nope!