The New York Times - MY mother helped pay her way through graduate school at the University of Oregon as a counselor at a women’s residence hall. It was 1961, simpler times. She tells me of couples kissing on doorsteps, lingering over goodbyes, before curfew or at the end of “Man Hours,” as designated in the dorm handbook. (How her future husband landed a seat in the all-women’s dining hall remains a mystery.) I dug up the regulations for a cultural comparison. Here are excerpts that capture the spirit, if not every letter, of the laws governing dorm life then and now.