Word: cronins
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Those were golden years when the high-caste "Goat's Nest" ruled loosely over an ultra-social Claverly Hall. Old Jim Cronin had put white marble-topped tables in his restaurant on Bow-Street, and on occasion those tables were moved together to seat about 60 Harvard professors and student cosmopolites for a high-life dinner. There were no singing waiters, certainly, but table was served by quite a few musical Divinity School students who, as Jim puts it, "have since become reverend doctors...
...Goat's Nest and the other groups which divided their time between Cronin's and the basement of Claverly were carried-over hell-raisers from another era which Jim remembers: the years of prohibition. Jim Seniors place was up on the Hill between Concord and Huron Avenues, doing a brisk food business near the then-buzzing Harvard Observatory. Old Cronin kept his hands off the local moonshine trade, and Cambridge presented him with its first liquor license when the dry years ended. The old man was a fiery red-head whose work in Ireland had netted him the title...
...time when Cronin graduated from B.C., the U.S.S.R. was claiming that "Ali Baba and his forty thieves were still at work in the Mid-East," and that about half of its Lend-Lease allotments were being carried off by stealthy Arabs. Cronin went to work for the Documentation Branch of the Persian Gulf Command in Teheran, where he dealt extensively with the Russians. He had been educated at Catholic schools, and found that the Russian's actions "were the antithesis of everything I had ever been taught." At a time when most of the people with whom he worked thought...
...Cronin, who is now 38, says he takes things more seriously than he used to, and that the same is true of students who have been bending their elbows at Jim's Place in recent years. "These days, when glasses get broken, it's usually because of a waitress' miscue...
...talented, temperamental Ted Williams turned furious at a called third strike in a game with Washington, hurled his bat toward the dugout, saw it sail into the seats and strike a spectator, who turned out to be Mrs. Gladys Heffernan, housekeeper for Red Sox General Manager Joe Cronin. Mrs. Heffernan was bruised over the left eye. Forgiving Williams, Cronin explained: "The guy feels bad enough...