Brooklyn College is Marjorie Morningstar territory, as much as the Bronx or Central Park West. There are hordes of nubile young women there who, prodded by their impatient mothers, are determined to marry. It is interesting that, although the percentage of married students is not appreciably higher at Brooklyn than elsewhere -- about 30 per cent of the women and 25 per cent of the men in the graduating class -- the anxiety of the unmarried has puffed up the estimate. ``Almost everybody in the senior class is married,'' students say dogmatically. And the school newspaper sells space to jubilant fraternities, sororities, and houses (in the House Plan Association) that have good news to impart. These announcements are, in effect, advertisements for themselves as thriving marriage marts. There are boxed proclamations in the newspaper of watchings, pinnings, ringings, engagements, and marriages in a scrupulously graded hierarchy of felicity. ``Witt House happily announces the engagement of Fran Horowitz to Erwin Schwartz of Fife House.''

The Brooklyn College student shows some striking departures from prevailing collegiate models. The Ivy League enjoys no easy dominion here, and the boys are as likely to dress in rather foppish Continental fashion, or even in nondescript working class manner, as they are in the restrained, button-down Ivy way. The girls are prone to dress far more flamboyantly than their counterparts out of town, and eye shadow, mascara, and elaborate bouffant hairdos -- despite the admonitions of cautious guidance personnel -- are not unknown even in early morning classes.