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Harvard Afro is conducting this column as an experiment. We are addressing ourselves to all people of African descent who read this newspaper. We will use this column to disseminate information of events, incidents and positions of which Black people should be aware and acting upon. We are using this vehicle of communication as a temporary measure to alleviate certain internal communication problems we have because of our displacement and dispersion due to the "House" system. All suggestions, criticisms, and comments from Black people concerning this column should be submitted to the Executive Committee of Harvard Afro (Harvard-Radcliffe Association...
Ronald Neame's direction plods along like your fat Uncle Harry in a snow drift, and includes such boggling episodes as Scrooge's descent into Hell (which looks to have been inspired by the astronauts' descent toward Jupiter in 2001). The script, music and lyrics are by Leslie Bricusse, whose previous contributions include Dr. Dolittle and Goodbye, Mr. Chips. After this fiasco, Bricusse should become as forgettable as the music he writes. The chorus of one of his tunes from Scrooge runs something like "Thank you very much, thank you very much. Thank you very, very, very...
...Congressman-elect Paul Spyros Sarbanes, a Marylander of Greek descent but no ally of the Vice-President's a respite from seven months of campaigning consists of leading a seminar at the Institute of Politics on spects of campaigns...
Life on earth is every man's hell some of the time. From man to man, the span of suffering and the sense of damnation varies. For some, the searing pain, the numbing descent into nothingness lasts minutes or hours or days; for others, weeks, months and years. It is Samuel Beckett's special vision to see man's entire life as a torment, a flaying of the heart, a hell without...
...only by fleeting sensation: "Little by little, the beautiful world began to leave him; a persistent mist erased the lines of his hand, the night lost its multitude of stars. He went deep into his past, which seemed to him bottomless, and managed to draw out of that dizzying descent the lost memory that now shone like a coin under the rain." That memory is of a boyhood encounter, with drawn daggers, at the edge of the sea. "The exact taste of that moment was what he now sought. In this nighttime of his mortal eyes into which...