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...With its early beginning and 164 years of tradition, Porcellian has always represented the final club to the non-clubbed world. Begun in an era when Cambridge was small, isolated, and arid in entertainment, the club provided a necessary social break in the scholastic routine. The Porcellian's motto Dum vivimus vivamus was typical of the early attitude of the members--no lofty mission, no serious purpose, just jovial pleasantry...
...Geez--a regular dragnet," someone shouted, as a dozen burly New Haven policemen lumbered purposefully up the street. A trumpet bugled "dum-da-da-dum." The ever-increasing crowd of Yalies roared. "We want 'em arrested!" shouted a fellow in blue shorts. "We want 'em arrested!" chanted the mob. The bandsmen jeered back, taking up the melody of "To Hell with Yale," but by now the police had arrived and boarded the busses. They ordered the caravan to a nearby police precinct. The uninhibited enthusiasm of the bandsmen dulled only little. "What do they want, their pictures in Life?" asked...
...mysterious disappearances of the flags caused the Brown Datly Herald to take a dum view of the weekends festivities; modified however by the virtual vationaliration vetionaltration that it could have been worse...
Actually the titans are Tweedle-dee and Tweedle-dum to the fellow who clicks his dial from channel to channel hoping to chance upon something more enervating than Howdy-Doody or the lady wrestlers. Justice Frankfurter must have been trying to convey something of this horror and nausea when, in his decision the other day, he expressed the fear that television may be a "new Barbarism parading as scientific progress." He concluded that along with radio, television could no doubt "enlarge man's horizon, but by making him a captive listener it may make for his spiritual impoverishment...
...empire that Gangster Al Capone had built with the help of the Tommy gun and the dum-dum bullet in the back had a strange air of flaccid respectability in 1950. Marty the Ox died in bed without a single bullet hole in his hide. And in the rare places where the shakedown still prevailed, it was costing a merchant as little as $1 a week to insure his plate-glass windows against a well-heaved brick. The ugly libel was afloat that Chicago had turned sissy and petty larcenous...