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...without fail, it began once again—the flurry of e-mails hit the Eliot House list. With the famed Fete only days away, Eliot students of all classes, from rising sophomores through soon-to-be-graduating seniors, began posting their formal tickets for sale, along with desired prices. While the occasional solicitor lamented his or her inability to make the end-of-year ball, munificently allowing some layman the chance to enter the white tent in his or her place, more and more of the e-mails appeared to be planned and timed in advance. Deadlines of when...
...regret most is not that my Housemates are making money off the Fete, but that they themselves didn’t attend. Well, there’s always next year. Marcel E. Moran ’11, a Crimson associate editorial editor, is a human evolutionary biology concentrator in Eliot House...
...greatly substantiate perceptions that Quad Houses are in some way “lesser” than River Houses. All are familiar with the embarrassing Housing Day spectacle of tear-stained cheeks on the devastated faces of those who didn’t gain coveted access to Adams or Eliot. While much of the strange stigma associated with Cabot, Currier, and Pforzheimer Houses is ill-founded, transportation difficulties may now begin to outweigh the beautiful rooms and tight-knit community. Implications of the Quad commute might now actually provide a credible excuse to cry on Housing...
...mailed statement that HUDS will seek to keep “as many jobs as possible.” Some varsity athletes who regularly eat breakfast after early morning practices are concerned they will be disproportionately affected by the elimination of hot foods. As they ate omelettes in Eliot dining hall yesterday morning, rowers Emily B. Walker ’11 and Laurel J. Gabard-Durnam ’10 said they believe that limited breakfast options will almost certainly affect their performance on the water. “If Harvard doesn’t win at Harvard-Yale next...
...self-perpetuated illusions aside, the Fete was tres fantastique. What was once the good ol' Eliot courtyard literally lit up for the night and threw a mysterious glow on the flushed cheeks of partygoers. The night was perfect for general roaming, and one could make a palatable pit stop by the cupcake blowout on the terrace or linger in the shadows with that lucky date. For those quick on their feet, there was swing-dancing in the tent and grinding in the dining hall. Your pick—although we must say that the swing-dancing quite tickled even...