I doubt it. This was way before the time of the feminazis. When I was in college, I held the door for my girl, and she expected me to do so.
And yes, she was scared of the whistles and the catcalls. I will not minimize it, or make light of it. And I will never forget the look on her face when she told me that.
As I mentioned before, she was no shrinking violet. Perhaps something more was involved. I never asked any deeper questions. But one thing I know. When she walked down a sidewalk, she had every right to be left alone.