Word: cladding
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...Echoes of the rivalry reverberate in orientation sessions and programs during early September’s Freshmen Week. By the opening kickoff of the football season a few weeks later, the newest class at Harvard has become proudly aware of its identity not only with the red-brick, ivy-clad walls they will call home, but also with a long and storied tradition extending back into time as immemorial as it gets on this side of the Atlantic...
Paul G. Nauert ’09 rallied the crowd of black-clad college student protesters in Boston Common just before dusk on Friday afternoon with a simple cry: “I’ve got markers and tape, let’s get this started!” Wearing signs that read “Another ________ Against the War,” a group of 100 people—composed mostly of students from Boston-area colleges and universities, but also spectators who joined in along the way—marched in silence for four miles from Boston...
...Coach was telling us all week that we need to make a statement, win big, and keep a shutout,” said co-captain and forward Matt Hoff. The Crimson responded well to the outpouring of support on the sidelines, where the crowd was heavily clad in crimson and kept Harvard’s enthusiasm alive throughout the game.“The whole team came with the mentality to really play well and step up to the challenge,” Hahn said. “It was an electric environment—it felt like a home...
...four touchdowns. Even running back Cheng Ho ’10, one of three backs the Crimson featured, outran McLeod. So many breaks went Harvard’s way that it would not be hard to imagine that divine powers were assisting our crimson and white-clad warriors in smiting Yale. When Pizzotti fumbled a snap, Harvard still got a first down. When Pizzotti made a rare error and threw the ball to a lucky Yalie, it was bobbled—straight into the open arms of a Harvard receiver. And when, with only a few minutes left, a Yale...
Enter Countess Popova (Eve H. Bryggman ’10), a velvet-clad Russian vamp who rents a room beneath the Marcassols. Unable to restrain himself, Gustave quickly becomes more than just the Countess’ landlord. But he is convinced that he can only run away with her if he can secure a suitable second husband for Claudine...