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Dates: during 1990-1999
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Citing safety concerns, Currier House has ended 24-hour service at its student-run bells desk...

Author: By Valerie J. Macmillan, | Title: Currier Bells Desk Shuts Down 24-Hour Service | 9/16/1996 | See Source »

...same stall with old Man o' War," he says, "than make the whole damn Follies." Down on his luck, he has the sour, insistent patter of a guy without dolls, a sharpie gone flat. Tonight he's got nothing better to do than talk to a taciturn desk clerk (the excellent Paul Benedict). The clerk hardly listens, but that doesn't matter. Erie could be speaking to a barkeep or a stranger on a bus, or to a mute God on a slow night in limbo. He's a nonstop mouth in search of an open...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THEATER: THE GODFATHER GOES SOLO | 9/2/1996 | See Source »

...Hughie? A fellow who used to work the desk, someone who took interest in Erie's mutterings, or seemed to. Hughie is dead now, so Erie elegizes a man he thought brought him luck. Like most elegies, this one is about the mourner. Erie needs a new lucky charm. If he can connect with this clerk--turn their parallel monologues into a dialogue--the gambler might be a winner again...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THEATER: THE GODFATHER GOES SOLO | 9/2/1996 | See Source »

...stuff can get in there and stick. You wash down the debris with a solvent and run it through the machines." Crash clues, in the end, could come in very small packages. Says an aviation expert: "All the significant evidence could fit on top of a desk." But finding that evidence could require raising most of the plane. Through Friday, less than 10% of the aircraft had been recovered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: IF IT WAS A BOMB, THEN WHODUNIT? | 8/12/1996 | See Source »

Every staff member knew me as the intern from Harvard. The other intern resented the fact that I'd gotten the best desk despite arriving later--and she was sure my school was the reason. At the first lunch hour, everyone asked what it was like to go to Harvard and then made some joke about how smart I must be. Everybody was friendly, but their discomfort was obvious. I began to wonder if my forehead had grown that big red tattoo on its own accord...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Branded by Harvard | 8/6/1996 | See Source »

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