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After Grolier and Starr, any other bookstore (conventional or no) in Harvard Square would be anticlimactic, but Schoenhof's Foreign Books really disappoints. Its bright blue carpet and uniformly shiny particle board shelves scream expense. To its credit, it does stock books in languages ranging from French to Cornish and Babylonian. Unfortunately, at Harvard, the romance of the other is often translated into pretension rather than unconventionality. As Elizabeth C. Oelsner '00, who spends entirely too much time in the Schoenhof's building, comments, "Foreign books are nicer. They're pretty. They're small. They're expensive," none of which...
...does urinating on the country's second-most photographed statue seem like such a bright idea? As any one of these fine Harvard men might say, it isn't the beer talking--it's tradition. One expects that Harvard College, a world-wide symbol of higher learning might have its share of traditions heaped with pomp and circumstance, like the regalia of Commencement or the Harvard-Yale football game. But what about unofficial traditions, equally important to every undergrad...
Across Concord Street from the church is the Boston Fire Department's Engine Number 22. The metal garage door rolls up to reveal a vast space, empty except for a single bright red fire engine and an ambulance parked nearby. Inside the Fire Department office, a group of firemen's voices are drowned out by the loud whirring noise of a saw working somewhere in the back of the building. Apparently it's been a slow day--there've been no calls...
Perhaps this is because there are precious few Law School students at the library, leaving plenty of oversized mahogany study carrels for us. Combined with the bright--but not glaring--fluorescent lighting, a habitable air temperature and well-cushioned chairs, they make Langdell more than a studying session--it's an experience in luxury, the Upstairs at the Pudding for the brain...
...unhappy trio of Administration foreign-policy advisers squirmed while cranks and crackpots fumed and bellowed, was by any measure a disaster--catastrophic as diplomacy, unlucky as public relations and worthless as a means of preparing the country for war. That's too bad, of course, but look on the bright side: the Ohio calamity may do away with "national town meetings" once...