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...Judge cartoon led to a livelihood. In it, a dragon crawls ferociously into the bed of a "mediaeval tenant" who complains, "And just after I'd sprayed the whole castle with Flit!" Flit was a bug spray, and its manufacturer, Standard Oil of New Jersey, soon hired Geisel to create an ad campaign. "Quick Henry the Flit!" became one of the best-known catch phrases from between the wars. (It lingered decades later in a cartoon, appearing in one of Harvey Kurtzman's magazines - Trump or, more likely, Help! As I recall it, a man summons his butler with...
...school where students stay up far past midnight on a regular basis, partygoers rarely just went to bed when parties ended too early—they searched for on-campus parties not yet shut down or sought out the nearest final club. Whatever their merits or problems, exclusive venues should never be the default destination for Harvard’s partygoers. Perhaps, with dorm parties allowed to last longer, such closed institutions will be less appealing to desperate would-be socialites in the undergraduate community...
SWITZERLAND Hospice Du Grand Saint-Bernard This ancient Alpine monastery has offered refuge to travelers for more than 1,000 years. Today, $51 will get you a bed, views of three public squares and a vista that would make the Von Trapp family yodel in ecstasy...
...what he was after in one of his first major Tahitian canvases, Manao Tupapau, also called The Spirit of the Dead Watches. The girl lying uneasily on the yellow bedding is his 14-year-old mistress Tehamana. Gauguin had returned home one night to find her stretched on their bed in terror of the darkness, which Tahitians believed was populated by spirits. The seated figure brooding at left is one of them. Over the bed are the starbursts of imaginary flowers that Gauguin contrived to suggest the nighttime phosphorescence that the islanders believed was the visible sign of those spirits...
...phone rang at 7:30 a.m. and I stumbled out of bed, bleary-eyed and eight months pregnant, to find a message from Dan Gilman: his wife Laura Beth was in labor. I had never met the Gilmans, but they had generously invited me to witness the birth of their third child. They were using a pain-control technique I was learning myself: hypnobirthing...