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...are—quite frankly, not as smart as you—and have them tell you your work is bad, that they can’t understand it, that it’s not marketable. But let me tell you another secret that execs like me will never confess. Just as hard as you’re looking to get to us, we’re trying to find you; we’re always looking for the next big thing...
Gentlemen: I must confess serious doubts about the efficacy—or even the integrity—of the “classic” exam period editorial, “Beating the System,” you reprinted recently. I almost suspect this so-called “Donald Carswell ’50” of being rather one of Us—the Bad Guys—than one of you. If your readers have been following Mr. Carswell’s advice for the last 11 years, then your readers have been going down the tubes...
...spirit of the holidays, I have decided to give you, my loyal readers, a gift. Before you get too excited, I should confess that I’m cheap, and there are a lot of you, so I’ve opted to give something that is very inexpensive—in fact, it’s free. For some of you, however, this gift will change your lives: It will save you from wasted time and frustration, help you avoid embarrassing trips to the help desk in the Science Center basement—it might even improve your grades...
...scheduled to ship out soon to the live war in Vietnam, a prospect that terrified him. "I did not want to be responsible for the lives of other soldiers under me," he said during his court-martial trial last month. So Jenkins looked for a way out. He could confess his cowardice to superiors and accept the consequences or attempt somehow to flee. He chose the latter option. In the wee hours of Jan. 5, 1965, having downed 10 cans of beer a few hours earlier, Jenkins, then 24, made his move. At first he stuck to his routine, taking...
...scheduled to ship out soon to the live war in Vietnam, a prospect that terrified him. "I did not want to be responsible for the lives of other soldiers under me," he said during his court-martial trial last month. So Jenkins looked for a way out. He could confess his cowardice to superiors and accept the consequences or attempt somehow to flee. He chose the latter option. In the wee hours of Jan. 5, 1965, having downed 10 cans of beer a few hours earlier, Jenkins, then 24, made his move. At first he stuck to his routine, taking...