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...Zoologist Bivouacked in the piny hills near the Han early last week, the 25th Division had its hands full digging in for the expected Chinese assault. But for the buddies of Corporal William Old even the din of Communist whistles and bugles was hardly more terrifying than his tales of poisonous mollusks, leopards, bears and 1,500-lb. Manchurian tigers roaming the Korean countryside. The fascinated G.I.s had good reason to believe that baby-faced "Buster" Old knew what he was talking about...
...flickering of that flame which once burned behind the barricades, that flame which John Locke ennobled into the right of revolution, and that flame which has swept generations of Harvard men out of their stuffy rooms on warm spring evenings and across Cambridge Common to set up tumult and din in the Radcliffe quad...
From the moment the general's motorcade moved off, the city's great towers-which stood clean and glowing under a bright blue sky-resounded to a flowing torrent of sound. At the tip of Manhattan it increased. Ships and tugs lent their whistles to the din. Then, lower Broadway -the financial district's Canyon of Heroes -began to resound to the clop of police horses, the crash of brass bands, as paraders moved out to lead MacArthur a mile; to City Hall. History's greatest fall of paper, ticker tape and torn telephone books...
Hardly had Selective Service brought out its new scheme to defer bright college students (TIME, April 9) when everybody began talking at once. In all the din, it was hard to find anyone who was really for the idea. Presidents of the Ivy League's Big Three all declared against it: Harvard's Conant called it undemocratic; Princeton's Dodds said it was wrong for the nation; Yale's Griswold, less opposed to it, feared that all the hubbub would fan "anti-intellectualism...
Maple Syrup. By mid-evening Editor Chappie's ceremony had turned into a bear hug. Big Chief Me-Gee-See, crowned with a magnificent yellow, red, white and brown headdress, stood red-faced and short of breath in a deafening din of drums, jangling sleighbells and good-will whoops. One by one, the Chippewas stomped and howled past him to bestow gifts - a buckskin vest and a beaded belt (which he put on), a huge bow and quiver of arrows (one got stuck in his headdress and had to be extricated by a helpful squaw), wild rice, maple syrup...