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...Harvard right for me?” Instead, the correct question is, “Am I right for Harvard?” Fear not. Your red folder, awkward mannerisms, and overfilled suitcase signal that, yes, you are indeed ready to join the ranks of John Adams, Franklin Delano Roosevelt, and Hillary Duff (extension). You are now part of the Elite. But for the uncertain amongst you, rest assured that Harvard is indeed the only university worth your consideration. It should not surprise you that Harvard is the mostest, bestest, well endowed institution in the nation. Our long history...
...kicking his or her opponent in the shins but does it gently and cleverly. Who radiates good sense, common decency and calm. Who is not afraid to deliver bad news. Who is not afraid to admit a mistake. And who, above all, abides by the motto that graced Franklin Delano Roosevelt's Oval Office: let unconquerable gladness dwell...
...Rein-Weston, 9-2, 6-9, 9-1, 9-1, and junior No. 5 Audrey Duboc bounced back from a loss on Saturday to top Gen Lessard in four games, 5-9, 9-5, 9-2, 9-3. Captain and No. 7 Allison Fast, who along with senior Laura Delano were playing in their final home dual match, beat Margaret Kent, 10-8, 9-1, 4-9, 9-5. “People really came out today and stepped up to the plate,” Fast said. “We took advantage of our talent and experience...
Final clubs played a prominent role in previous presidents’ Harvard days. Theodore Roosevelt, Class of 1880, was a member of the oldest of the final clubs, the Porcellian. But his fifth cousin Franklin Delano, Class of 1904, was blocked from joining the Porcellian when an upperclassmen “blackballed” his membership bid, according the University’s website...
...Chinese looking at images of older aspects of China?the narrow hutongs, children dressed like soldiers?often worry that they make the country appear backward. Delano doesn't try to allay such anxieties. Rather, the gloom and smog of his prints augment the impression that China is benighted, inscrutable, forlorn. If Delano were purely a journalist, we might demand a wider, more balanced view. But he's not. His photographs are the work of an artist and no matter what they choose to tell us, or not tell us, about China, their beauty makes us want to look at them...