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...stroll with anxious expectation across the broad lawn up to the great white columns of Colonial's porch. The door swings open and you and your group (throughout Bicker, you move in a group of three or four--you are judged, accepted, and perhaps rejected collectively) are swept into the dazzling warm uproar inside. You feel the soft depth of the rug beneath your feet and can see a bright, glittering, well-groomed haze all around you. Up the grand stairway, lined with upperclassmen clapping and cheering, until you reach the top where beaming and blushing abashedly you sign your...

Author: By John E. Mcnees, | Title: The Quest at Princeton For the Cocktail Soul | 2/21/1958 | See Source »

...less than Ivy, which otherwise represent the two extremes. More important, Prospect is unlike the other organizations on Prospect Street in that its policies are not determined privately by a small clique of officers and a powerful graduate board. Alone among the clubs, Prospect can hold the sort of Bicker its members actually want...

Author: By John E. Mcnees, | Title: The Quest at Princeton For the Cocktail Soul | 2/21/1958 | See Source »

Without once making specific criticisms of what had been written or charging factual inaccuracies, the ICC banned the press from all further Bicker events and information. Every one of Bicker's key decisions was made in personal anonymity and behind closed doors. The demands of the newspaper for an account of what was going on were flatly rejected, and the all-powerful ICC opperated throughout without being responsible to anyone, least of all to either the administration or the student body of the Princeton community...

Author: By John E. Mcnees, | Title: The Quest at Princeton For the Cocktail Soul | 2/21/1958 | See Source »

...Bicker reaches its colorful climax during Open House...

Author: By John E. Mcnees, | Title: The Quest at Princeton For the Cocktail Soul | 2/21/1958 | See Source »

...piercing cold; one lifts his hands to the frigid heavens and races down the street backwards, his scarf and topcoat wildly flapping in the wind, crying out in ecstasy, "Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord. Lord!" The unbroken tension of weeks--of a year and a half for some, has ended. Bicker is over at last, for them...

Author: By John E. Mcnees, | Title: The Quest at Princeton For the Cocktail Soul | 2/21/1958 | See Source »

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