Word: beacons
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Years ago, a brash young man, visiting in the Beacon Street home of Godfrey Lowell Cabot, asked his host how it felt to be both a Lowell and a Cabot. The question was greeted with thunderous silence. The guest tried manfully to excuse his faux pas. "I'm afraid," he murmured, "that's a pretty silly question, Mr. Cabot." Replied Cabot: "Young man. it's the damnedest silliest question I've been asked in 80 years...
...indeed, for being a Cabot and a Lowell in Boston was not a feeling, but a state of being. Yet Godfrey Lowell Cabot was remarkable even for a member of Boston's two most famed families. He was not content to peer down from Beacon Hill and mourn, like the late George Apley, the passing of Victorian glory. He moved into the outside world and modern times with astonishing vigor and effectiveness, and he left behind him his own highly personal mark...
Cold Baths & Indian Clubs. Cabot was an indelibly Proper Bostonian-but of a special sort. For most of his adult life, he kept to a stern schedule: up at 7 a.m., a cold bath, breakfast at 7:15 (all Beacon Hill breakfasts included oatmeal; Cabot took his with bananas). He never really accepted the advent of the automobile, always walked the four or five miles downtown to his office and back, striding determinedly across the traffic-clogged streets, looking neither to right nor left. Six days a week, year after year, decade after decade, his employees could set their watches...
Godfrey Lowell Cabot '82, Harvard's oldest living alumnus, died yesterday at his Beacon Hill home. He was 101. Cabot was founder and ex-chairman of the Godfrey L. Cabot Ink Co., and served as honorary president of the New England Citizens' Crime Commission...
...cloud-capped towers and echoing canyons of Manhattan have long been a beacon for immigrants, a bonanza for photographers and a familiar profile to its citizens. But in the past five years, new towers have reared skyward, old landmarks have disappeared, and vistas have opened with such suddenness that a returning native would scarcely know the place. Manhattan is in the midst of a building boom that in volume, value and variety is unmatched in the history of the human race. Even oldtime Manhattanites have been startled into a sharp awareness of their city's dramatic angularity and inexhaustible...