Word: sorting
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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With Soph-Fresh tension high due to the inconclusive results of the annual greased-pole battle in the Freshman Quad, some sort of organized struggle between the two lower classes is definite- by needed. Although members of the Sophomore class succeeded in rawing down the pole erected by the freshmen, they did so at dinner time when the class of 1953 was not present in force. The freshmen in turn ridded various Sophomores, but never was opposed by the Class of 1953 in a pitched battle...
Yearbooks, the Dean's Office seems to feel, are sufficiently important to alumni relations and future fund drives that they cannot be permitted to get into trouble of any sort. The Class Albums, for instance, were uniformly late and lost money which the University had to pay. Yearbook Publication's first product, "314," was on time and made money, but its managers engaged in some legitimate financial haggling with their printer which alarmed Associate Dean Watson when the printer called him and suggested "314" was doing the name of Harvard no good...
That was putting it mildly. For Gugel, spring was best symbolized by an elephant and some trumpets. "Spring is quiet," he says, as if to make everything clear. Summer is, of course, hotter; Gugel captured it in a high-heeled shoe of a curious sort. The heel of the shoe was formed by a half-naked girl, and the toe by a half-draped man on his knees before her. For fall, Gugel painted an "invisible" deer-outlined by flying spears topped off with a pair of antlers. Winter was a little man made of bark and a shoe made...
...frenzy of rage and exasperation-punctuated with hoots of laughter. In moments of gloom he is certain that this ubiquitous medley is on the brink of ruining 1) the world in general and 2) Al Capp in particular. In such moods his conversation often implies that he is a sort of modern General Custer, facing hordes of murderous madmen and cut off from civilization with no weapon more deadly than India...
...house in New Hampshire, a big, comfortable modernized farmhouse on 65 acres of rolling land, sees him only at irregular intervals. The farm, which he enjoys in a baffled sort of way but can seldom stand for more than a few days at a time, is Mrs. Capp's particular pride & joy and is headquarters for their three children, Julie Ann, 17, Catherine Jan, 14, and Colin Cameron, 6. Though Capp sometimes talks his wife into spending stretches of weeks in Manhattan, she is a woman "who gets sleepy at n o'clock" and pines...