In the basement of my dormitory there was a storage area in a remote cellar area. It had old and broken stuff that the college really didn't want. There were boxes of old yearbooks from the 1940's and 1950's. (Since my roommate could walk into the dorm room at any time, for privacy I'd go down to the basement cellar).
I unscrewed all the light bulbs except one way in the back, and learned to get there in the dark. Back there I'd page through the old yearbooks, searching among hundreds of girls' pictures, find a favorite, and masturbate.