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It’s Saturday. Anxious preteens and closet fanatics alike crowd the rear of the Harvard Square Sprint Store, eagerly anticipating the arrival of MTV Real World cast members Ace, from the Paris season, and Cameran and Randy, of the currently running San Diego season. Representatives from JAMN 94.5 provide a festive hip hop background and an equally festive aesthetic background with their matching red t-shirts and gelled hair. The stage...
...Ace, a Georgia native, and Cameran, a South Carolina native, engage in a contest of accents. “I do not sound more country than you,” Cameran asserts. The cast members and Harvard seniors challenge the Universal consultants to a contest: who can finish their swamp bowl first. Ultimately, according to Hanlon, the event was “just another day hanging with celebs.” Porter adds, “They are pretty normal people. They ask you about Harvard like anyone else.” An hour and a half late, Randy stumbles...
...evening, long after the Sprint event is packed up and boxed away, Porter, accompanied by friend Nell A. Hanlon '03-'04, also a Crimson editor, join Ace, Cameran and an entourage of Universal consultants at Brother Jimmy’s for an evening of southern comfort food and an abundant wellspring of Sam Adams. Hanlon’s mother has prepared her with advice prior to the dinner. “[My mother] told me that I didn’t have to act stupid and she also told me to make sure to wash my hands. I have...
...even the return of Harvard women’s tennis ace and co-captain Courtney Bergman could provide the lift necessary to overcome the collective firepower amassed by No. 4 Georgia in its 6-1 victory over the Crimson yesterday at the USTA/ITA National Team Indoor Championships, hosted by the University of Wisconsin...
...Bruce called the pre-Hefner girlie magazines ?stroke books? - instruments of onanism, marital aids for those far short of marriageable age and barely on the cusp of puberty. The typical girlie mag was tatty, printed on coarse paper, with only a few pages of runny color; they were the Ace paperbacks of voyeurism. Their meager, TV Guide-size dimensions meant that any model on display in their cramped surroundings had no acuter definition than a woman undressing across the courtyard, behind a screen, in the dark. I suppose that the dingy quality of the girlie pix, like the furtive circumstances...