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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Prior to the advent of ID cards, incoming College students were issued a room key, a mailbox key and an entryway or dorm key, Lichten says. If an entryway key was lost, the locks had to be changed and every student in the entryway issued...

Author: By Sasha A. Haines-stiles, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERS | Title: The ID Card: What Happens When You Swipe? | 1/6/1999 | See Source »

...most recent addition to Harvard's publishing scene put out its first issue this week, but don't expect to find it in your mailbox or dining hall--check the Internet instead. Icon Magazine is viewable only at www.digitas.harvard.edu/~icon/....

Author: By Daniel A. Zweifach, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Icon Magazine Debuts | 12/9/1998 | See Source »

...were doing across the abundant stage he had constructed for them, his ears attuned to local gossip, his eyes to lawn maintenance. (In the early years, householders who didn't mow their grass would find Levitt gardeners dispatched to do it and a bill for the job in their mailbox.) He was the consummate marketing guy, unmoved by books, paintings or music. His first wife once complained that she had dragged him to see Death of a Salesman but couldn't get him to identify with the title character...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Suburban Legend WILLIAM LEVITT | 12/7/1998 | See Source »

When I got to my mailbox with a friend the other day, the little window was full. Engaging in a fit of revelry of the "somebody loves me" sort, I happily fished out a shiny new copy of Entertainment Weekly. My rapture was short-lived. As I turned to look at my friend, her eyebrows were raised. "You read that?" she said. My pithy reply? "Well, you know...sort...

Author: By Dehn W. Gilmore, | Title: Editorial Notebook | 11/2/1998 | See Source »

Picture this. Waiting for my TIME, I eagerly open my mailbox. I run into the house flipping pages as I go. Then the picture of Oprah, scarred from lashings, slaps me upside the head in "Oprah's Summer Dream." I throw it to the floor. I cannot go there. Not with this woman--not my beloved Oprah. I must. I force myself to look at Oprah's scars. I thought I understood. In Roots, I cried with Kizzy and adored Chicken George. But this is different. This is someone I really know. My soul knows her well...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters: Oct. 26, 1998 | 10/26/1998 | See Source »

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