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Cleaned up with a nice, strong pin in his hip, Sandy turned out to be one helluva nice guy. Big New York Athletic Club member, full of great stories about the great old guard in the plummy old days of his rich, old town. I would never have guessed that five days ago, before Sandy had been admitted to the medical service, he had been lying on the floor of his apartment with a broken hip for at least three days. Dehydrated, delirious, with bone-deep pressure sores all over his back and rear end, he was the lone city...
...with the same big smile and handshake I had gotten 20 minutes earlier. Same pleas to get home: "Please, can't you help me, Scott?" (I gave him the same "We're working on it" cop-out.) He regaled me with a different story about the boys at the club, though, with different details. But no reference to my earlier rounds. When I asked, "Do you remember what we talked about 20 minutes ago?" he was all smiles and familiar reassurances. But when I asked for specifics, they were wrong. That was it. He was confabulating. And he had almost...
...years as the head of Fidelity Investments’ Magellan Fund. In his 13 years managing the fund, its assets grew from $20 million to $14 billion—approximately a 29 percent annual return. Anthony J. Genello ’08, the president of the Harvard Financial Analysts Club (HFAC), described Lynch as an inspiration to students learning about finance and investing. “Mr. Lynch is to investors representative of the idea that it is possible to beat the market,” he said. “Being so successful, all Harvard student investors look...
While he was in high school, O’Neill played on a top-notch club soccer team that was ranked as high as ninth in the country at one point. One day during his first semester at Harvard, he decided to bring soccer back into his life, so he went and played in a junior varsity game with his roommate...
...free pass (except of course from the aging vigilantes in the Class of 1967).Our shepherds, the professors, cannot be let off the hook. After all, their dabbling with the dialectic seems to have dropped off entirely in recent decades. We laugh, but the communist clique at the Faculty Club was once a menace all its own; in 1949 Professor John Edsail ’23 fumed: “Communists are shifty, and treacherous colleagues, and I do not wish to collaborate with them in any program of political or social action.” No such treachery these...