Word: caps
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Princeton which is universally acknowledged, though the caste structure obviously implied by it is widely denied to exist. The highest echelon consists of "the big five." Ivy Club (wryly called "The Vine") is at the absolute summit; then follow, in no particular order, Tiger Inn, Colonial ("The Pillars"), Cap and Gown ("The Cap"), and Cottage ("The Cheese")--among whose former members have been both F. Scott Fitzgerald and John Foster Dulles. Graduates of the most famous Eastern prep schools, the scions of stock hallowed by generations of fame and money, and other individuals who can sell themselves well in fifteen...
Certain stereotypes are associated with some of the clubs which, like all stereotypes, fail in many individual instances. They are, however, more reliable, on the whole, than the images connected with the respective Harvard houses. Thus, the campus "doers" or activity men are apt to be found in Cap and Gown or Quadrangle, and athletes tend to turn up, according to their inmost natures, either in Tiger Inn, the lair of "the gentlemen jocks," or in Cannon, home of "the sweaty ones." The captain of this year's football team, however, is in Ivy, which always has its pick...
With style and flourish Arranger Bales presents The Battle Cry of Freedom, a rallying song to match the South's cap-tossing Bonnie Blue Flag, and the inevitable Battle Hymn of the Republic. Some of the ditties are wryly humorous, like The Invalid Corps, which pokes fun at the era's equivalent of 4-Fs. But most songs hark sentimentally back, like Aura Lea, to languishing sweethearts or, unabashedly, to home...
Credited with some 70 hours of flight time, slim Rosina Quarles, blue-yondering wife of the Deputy Secretary of Defense and grandma of seven, got her pilot's wings and second-looey bars in the Civil Air Patrol. Expecting her checkout as a CAP search pilot, Aviatrix Quarles owned up to one frustration: "I'd like to fly jets, but my husband...
...here because of a special kind of sickness, one that afflicts the aged and the young-homesickness. I must acknowledge that after 40 years of wearing a uniform it would be strange if I felt quite as natural with my civilian hat as I did with my military cap. And I want to indulge for just a moment this feeling of homesickness, the fun of going and seeing some of the people of SHAPE [who are] carrying the same mission, doing the same job that all of us started in 1951 ... To all of you, greetings, good wishes, good luck...