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...Harvard Lampoon--In a weird building on Mt. Auburn St. lives the Lampoon, a bunch of guys who think they're really funny. Usually they aren't. A lot of people on campus hate the Lampoon. Their humor, if you can call it that, tends to range from preppie-obnoxious to racist, but they do have occasional bursts of brilliance. The problem is that they're generally convinced of their genius. Two years ago, after a series of racist items in the magazine (how does a cover showing the statue of John Harvard with a black child shining its shoes...
...worry: the Ivy League is the most unpredictable circuit in the nation, so Harvard's always in the race. And don't worry about having to watch a bunch of Pop Warner rejects in Ivy League football, either: the quality of play here really is quite good, even if we'll never (ever) make the top twenty...
Among others, the band the Crimson Sports Cube--a bunch of talented writers who just happen to be frustrated jocks--can usually be found in the ranks of this group. Favorite meeting places for this rabid group of sports fans are Kirkland House (the jock house), Master's Open Houses (glorified cocktail parties with free booze), and the Harvard Provisional Co., which is a nice corporate title for a little store on Mt. Auburn that provides just one thing--liquor--to the Harvard community. Whether you hand out at the Harvard Pro or not, it's not a bad idea...
Harvard hates America. That is the belief of John LeBoutillier, class of '76-and also the title of his book, which will be published in the fall. Harvard, according to LeBoutillier, harbors "a bunch of liberal hypocrites bent on destroying the very system which allows them to live so comfortably." The college, in his view, is turning out well-trained technocrats "woefully short on conscience." Little wonder that LeBoutillier's publisher, Gateway Editions Ltd., sent the book to William Buckley Jr., 52, whose God and Man at Yale, written when he was 24, attacked the faculty biases...
There may be a bunch of Politicians outside the fence, mad and complaining. Inside at high summer it isn't a bad life. Jimmy and Rosalynn Carter like to watch from the Truman Balcony as the swifts dive and soar in the evening light. They tilt back and forth in their Brumby rockers and quaff homemade-in-the-White-House lemonade by the quart (Maître d' John Ficklin's brew of fresh-squeezed lemons, a touch of sugar and a sprig of mint, served in tall glasses...