Word: atlases
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...boarding school, then went on to join the Royal Artillery. By the end of World War II, he had risen to the rank of major. There was also a brief marriage and a divorce. Denis' grandfather in Kent had discovered an effective sheep-dip and founded a company, Atlas Preservatives, to market it. After the war, Denis went to work for the firm, which became a successful paint manufacturer...
...number of years after World War II, Photographer David Douglas Duncan explored the Middle East. He lived in Cairo and Istanbul, Jerusalem and Tehran. He took his cameras among the Berbers of the High Atlas Mountains of northern Morocco. He joined the tribal migration of the Qashqai nomads across southern Iran. He wandered through the world of Islam as far as Malaya and Indonesia. His fascination with that realm enlivens The World of Allah (Houghton Mifflin; 280 pages; $35). From the film shot in his travels, Duncan has assembled a Pavlova of the highly photogenic landscapes and people of Islam...
...university-wide relevance that post-World War II board members effected. "The Advocate editors were becoming a literary clique, the magazine their house organ. They showed little interest in student affairs," he writes. During the 60s and 70s, the emphasis shifted towards more artwork and a slicker presentation. James Atlas '72, an ex-Advocate president and a current editor of the Atlantic, remembers trying to improve circulation by putting a young woman with bare breasts and a whip on the cover. "It didn't work," he notes wistfully...
Similarly, James Atlas '71, now an editor at The Atlantic, feels compelled to recall that he read every book on his pre-freshman-year reading list, and he mentions parenthetically that his choices of posters from the Coop were Van Gogh and Picasso. The writer Beth Gutcheon '67 notes that she could have made it through her Dickens tutorial by skimming Martin Chuzzlewit and a few others. "Of course," she adds, "if you should happen to wade through every word Dickens wrote--and of course I did--you would certainly find that there were rewards and memorable resonance even...
...Atlantic's Atlas, by comparison, seems to have spent his college years concerned exclusively with genteel institutions, oblivious to the tumult around him. Atlas is the only student in My Harvard, My Yale who was at Harvard during the 1969 student takeover of University Hall, but he makes not even passing reference to that explosive event. In fact, the only intrusion of 60s turbulence into Atlas' world takes place, amusingly, at the Signet, when Allen Ginsberg lights up a joint at a black-tie literary dinner. (I suddenly caught a whiff of a pungent, acrid odor that seemed...well...