Word: goldfish
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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John H. Carnahan '50, chairman of the Council Freshman Affairs Committee, said he was "hoping for a spirited campaign," but stressed the Committee's disapproval of a revival of goldfish swallowing or sound trucks in the Yard. Any extravagant plans must be cleared either through Carnahan or John Cowles...
...contrary, the coming Smoker should be a lusty replica of its pre-war counterpart, not a colorless compromise reminiscent of short-shrift USO combos. The tremendous carnivals of the past that tried to "make Daniel Boones of Freshmen" and worried lost they "shock the boys," belong with gate-welding, goldfish gulpings, and other rah-rah episodes now practically non-existent. It is up to the Freshman Class to conjure up a Smoker so well-rounded with frolic and so fully-packed with talent that the air will be blue for days...
...average intellect of the movie going public is really that of a twelve-year-old, the latest Disney picture is meat for all. Outside of the antics of Bongo the Bear, "Fun and Fancy Free" is an unfortunate collection of talking goldfish, precocious beanstalks, and puerile platitudes; a collection that might keep a nursery school kid on the edge of his tricycle; but will certainly tip over no Oscar...
Examining some of the hotel dancing facilities of the metropolis, impartially and alphabetically, we unavoidably begin with the Copley-Plaza's greenish Oval Room. Life in the Oval Room may be compared to an existence in an attractive but expensive goldfish bowl. Decorated in the stately manner, the Oval Room offers good Marshard music for a large dance floor and what is usually the best revue in town. While the food is fair, the prices, particularly the $1.50 cover and $2.00 minimum on weekends, do not rest lightly on undergraduate stomachs. Most noticeable of all is the impression inevitably generated...
Albert E. Hays Jr., 27, a startling nine-day wonder in 1939, turned out to be turning out all right, despite his unpromising start. As a college boy he had won national fame by swallowing 42 goldfish (washed down with chocolate soda); he then dropped out of sight. This week he was looking for a house in West Hartford, Conn, to settle down as boss of emergency messages for the American Radio Relay League (radio "hams"). Nobody held his past against him, and he never touched the stuff any more...