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...ate students, and that plans for devising Afro-American study specialties within existing departments were not sufficient...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 'Paine Hall' Made Headlines... | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

There were many other restaurants in Cambridge where the Class of 1919 ate regularly, including the Athens Cafe, which was probably the largest Greek restaurant in the country...

Author: By Richard E. Hyland, | Title: The Class of 1919 Comes Home | 6/10/1969 | See Source »

...helped us fit in much quicker." On Fielding's recommendation, Mrs. Mills shopped at Liberty's for a tweed suit, at Marks & Spencer for sweaters and lingerie, at Harrods for a 220-volt adapter for their traveling steam iron?"He says you can get anything at Harrods." They ate dinner at the Elizabethan Room of the Gore Hotel ("The zaniest meal in London," promises Fielding, with "waitresses who may be pinched at will"). They found it "excellent, and just as he said. A one-time experience. We agreed with him that you wouldn't want to return every...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Modern Living: A Guide to Temple Fielding | 6/6/1969 | See Source »

...their demand for moral reparations for evil deeds of the past, infest the modern theater. If one were really to believe Hochhuth (The Deputy), Weiss (The Investigation) and Arthur Miller (Incident at Vichy), one would conclude that the playgoer is responsible for every human crime and flaw since Adam ate the apple. The latest playwright to join this tiresome mea culpa crew is Arthur Kopit. His play Indians argues that Americans were once beastly to the redskins, a heady bit of information...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Play: Don't Be Beastly to the Redskins | 6/6/1969 | See Source »

...last few months he ate little, drank too much and had a constant struggle with illness. When he did perform, he would come on the stand bearded and bowed, seemingly dwarfed by his big horn, smiling mischievously. The notes would stumble at first, and the tremolo might widen into an uncontrolled wobble of sound-but sooner or later Hawk would explode into a solo that recalled earlier days: warm, austere, unfailingly rhythmic even in the midst of a caressing ballad. Afterward he might laugh a little, as if sharing the private pleasure of self-rediscovery with his audience...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Jazz: Farewell to the Hawk | 5/30/1969 | See Source »

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