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...Little, president of the University of Michigan. With murderous sarcasm Dr. Little was found competent in respect to his athletic, religious and social qualities, but wanting in that he is a biologist, a "loud" approver of birth control and one who had "publicly declared that compared to Oxford, Harvard wasn't so much. . . ." Besides, if Dr. Little was the chosen one, why had Dr. Lowell not yet resigned...
...competition Wednesday night, and Thursday morning he is a full fledged reporter. The writer, when he had been a candidate for the CRIMSON less than twenty-four hours was interviewing George M. Cohan in his dressing room at a Boston theatre. and, Mr. Cohan had no idea that he wasn't a veteran of many such interviews. Or if he did, he politely made no comment about it. A day or two later came an interview with Senator Underwood, and a few days thereafter one with Jane Cowl. In each case, the lowly candidate was a representative of the Harvard...
...English-he's got to stand for something. A deep-hearted old jingo, tough as an acorn. Hearts of oak-wasn't that an old song? The acorn-heart of England. Ships, of course, and exports; that will be his business. An oak can stand for three hundred years, but this man is old. Have to get a big scene to bring out his fibre. Well, say he's in trouble with his stockholders; they don't like the way he's running the company, want him to resign, but he thinks he can diddle...
...contrast his bald pate to the departed curls; his tall height to the coquettish figure of the book. Vivian himself whimpered, "No matter where I go or what I do, there is always the reference to the fact that I was the germ of the Fauntlerpy story. ... It wasn't I-" his voice broke. "I wasn't like that...
Your ignorant "Press" editor ought to be more familiar with the history of the press. There wasn't any "hearth." There was a private car in the Michigan Central yards in Chicago. In it William H. Vanderbilt was dining with some friends when an offensive young reporter, Clarence Dresser (who was I believe a brother of Theodore Dreiser), forced his way in demanding an interview. Mr. Vanderbilt did not want to see him but the reporter persisted. Finally Mr. Vanderbilt told him to wait till he had finished eating. The reporter could not be stopped: "But it is late...