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...President John S. Haddock ’07. Meanwhile, Haddock shed his sweats for a pink t-shirt and a blue vest—Riley’s favorite flair. Rosier decked himself out in a tight white tank top, a close-fitting aquamarine jacket, and a hot pink coat??which, he said, was meant to mimic Andrea R. Flores ’10. —Staff writer Rachel Banks can be reached at banks@fas.harvard.edu...
...defeat even the most formidable of adversaries in hand-to-hand combat (or, as is inexplicably the case here, stick fighting). He is also a botanist with an Edenic garden, a man with connections of every sort in several nations, and the inventor of a bulletproof lead coat??in 1884. He is never required to outrun a speeding bullet or stop the passage of time, but it wouldn’t exactly come as a surprise if he could. (At least Holmes had a drug problem to humanize...
...documents, last week the network’s brass—including Dan Rather himself—issued statements admitting that the documents were of questionable authenticity, if not questionable content. Apparently, the memos included evidence that Bush’s commander was pressured to “sugar coat?? the president’s profile and cited other blemishes on Bush’s record; however, after obtaining the opinion of numerous experts, it appears that the memos were most likely written on a typeface not available on the antiquated typewriters of the 1970s—suggesting...
...near the right-hand pocket of my new winter coat. Someone has reaffixed its buttons with coarse, dark thread; someone has worn its satin lining, the color of plums, fuzzy at the shoulders. When, sliding my hand into the right pocket, I finger a cigarette burn, I imagine the coat??s previous owner, gesturing with a cigarette, its tip bright in the early winter twilight. When I button the coat I imagine a button detaching under her hurried fingers and tumbling to the ground, imagine her pocketing it so that she could later sew it back on with...
There is a poem by Ruth Stone entitled “Second-Hand Coat?? that begins, “I feel/ in her pockets; she wore nice cotton gloves,/ kept a handkerchief box, washed her undies,/ ate at the Holiday Inn, had a basement freezer,/ belonged to a bridge club.” Thrift store clothes are loath to abandon their previous owners...