Looking in on our academic circles was the usual quota of P.H.T.'s, the Putting Husband Throughs, young women who with high hopes work for years to earn money for their husbands' doctorates. Year after year they slave on, often forced to forgo bearing children until it is too late, sacrificing pleasures and recreation for the pot of gold at the end of the gaily alluring rainbow—a doctorate pinned on a man who has renounced the amenities and comforts of life, already the victim of occupational desiccation when he gets his medal.