Word: copey
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...take Dean Pound from the Harvard Law School. President Lowell had made a stirring announcement about Harvard's eating arrangements. Leland Stanford's debating team was coming to Cambridge for a debate on Science. But none of these events could overshadow the fact that after all these years "Copey" had at last published his anthology...
...home of the legend that is "Copey"--and no disrespect is meant by Harvard men when they thus nickname their Boylston. Professor of Rhetoric and Oratory; but rather affection, for he would sooner be "Copey" than president--is up a high but never arduous flight of steps, on the top floor of antique Hollis Hall. Thither, every Monday night of college for some 33 years, have swarmed scores of undergraduates from the passing classes. The room they enter is not large. There must first be a good deal of scuffling and grunting before all can be comfortably disposed on furniture...
...classical selections in "Copey's" anthology there is, of course, a great plenitude. The grief of Achilles over the body of Patroclus; the death of Socrates; "Hark! Hark! the Lark" and "Full Fathom Five"; "Lycidas"; "To Althea from Prison"; Gulliver and the Lilliputians; Tristram and the Ass; the Pibroch of Donuil Dhu; "The Rime of the Ancient Mari-er" and "Kubla Khan"; Lamb's "Gentle Giantess"; Edward John Trelawny on how they burned Shelley's body; a great deal of Keats; more Tennyson; still more Thackeray and Browning and more Dickens than anyone...
...test being read-aloud-able-ness, this last is only natural, but it is also quite necessary. Now that Dean Briggs is gone, "Copey" is the last of a vanished style in Harvard professors, in professors anywhere, for that matter. He himself is Dickensian, with his piercing glance to identify a caller or passerby, his two bachelor rooms in the garret of old Hollis, his quick replies which from a less amiable nature might be crabbed but from him seem wry and sprightly, and his remark in the introduction to his anthology: "As for Christmas...
Every year for 21 years the Harvard Club of New York has had a "Copey" evening, a dinner to which a fortunate company, the Copeland Associates (by invitation only), sit down, followed by a reading. Here Theodore Roosevelt used to come. Here now come J. P. Morgan and his partner, Thomas W. Lamont. Here Publisher George Palmer Putnam and perhaps Nov- elists Owen Wister and Arthur Train, Poets Conrad Aiken, Hermann Hagedorn, Witter Bynner-these and many a plain John Smith and Tom Jones whose only claims to fame, perhaps, were their selection of one of "Copey's" courses...