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...Philip was teaching in an all-black New Orleans high school, to work with CORE. On a 1963 trip to Europe, Daniel became fascinated by the catacomb Christians he met in Iron Curtain countries. He returned lean and ascetic in a breezy new uniform?a black turtleneck sweater, ski jacket and beret...
Senior Yearbooks from the early days of the Pusey era frequently contain pictures of the new president, his hair not yet grey, and often wearing a casual looking sweater under his tweed jacket, sipping sherry with undergraduates. In those days, he was still the hero of American academics, the man who had fought the right wing demon and defeated him. The Faculty of Arts and Sciences commended him in an unusual resolution, and he was featured on an Omnibus program. His door was still open to the press, which heaped him with praise...
Wildfire Proportions. From teeny-boppers in tie-dyed numbers to jet-setters in custom-made styles to grandmothers in sensible versions with matching jackets, women of all ages and sizes are wearing pants. Figure faults -unless they occur above the neck-are easily masked. Straight-leg styles make light of heavy thighs, and an accompanying tunic or vest-jacket can do wonders for a wayward waist and confine hips to a minimum. Moreover, pants are warm, comfortable and practical; properly selected and worn with cleverly alternating tops, two pairs of pants can stand in for a full week...
Harvard almost avoided its postgame agonies with a sudden-death goal. The Crimson appeared to have pushed the puck over the goal line, but as Cooch Owen smashed his stick against the glass and Joe Cavanagh exchanged angry words with the referee, the goal judge, attired in a Cornell jacket, refused to put the red light on. It was the second "no goal" decision given the Crimson during the game and Cornell goalie Brian Copper later admitted to Cavanagh that the puck had gone...
...McKernon, Hell's-Angelic in his goatee and leather jacket, a very tough-looking honcho, pokes about the stage, beating a huge, glittering tambourine when the music calls for it. He looks neglected a lot of thetime; one Dead follower claims that McKernon seldom plays the keyboards anymore because of arthritis in his hands. But when the time comes for a Pigpen song, he's standing up to the microphone singing hard and well, and blowing strong blues-harp-solos...