Word: fellowed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Naming names, there are Ransome of Beverly, Miscuraca of Gloucester, Murphy of Newton, and others ad infinitum. There is a fellow named Driscoll, who plays end for Dedham. This latter gent has been knocked out cold in practically every game he plays. They tape him up, and he goes in to mess up the opponents' backfield again. He might look good against Columbia. He might look good against Army, Stanford, Princeton, Cornell, and all the other delorous names on the Harvard football schedule...
...face it. Harvard and Radcliffe undergraduates are not turning out Great Literature. The undergraduate anywhere whose literary creations can stand successfully in the publishing market, or find an audience in the public of high or low brow, is a rare and fortunate fellow indeed...
...puts strong feelings into his sculpture (TIME, Aug. 30, 1948), and has plenty left over when he has laid aside his mallet. Last week Mestrovic received an urgent invitation to return to Yugoslavia, where he was born and made his fame. The invitation came through Fellow Sculptor Jo Davidson, who had recently completed a bust of Marshal Tito, and it was from the Dictator himself. "Tell Mestrovic," Tito had said, "not to be a fool. Tell him to come back." The expatriate sculptor's blunt reply: "Too many of my friends are in jail over there...
...late Rachel Kollock McDowell, longtime (28 years) religious news editor of the New York Times, was known to her more irreverent colleagues as "the lady bishop." In the hope of making news men "swear off swearing," she founded the Pure Language League, tried to get fellow staffers to sign pledges against cussing. Even in death Miss McDowell carried on her good fight. Her will, probated last week, left about $3,000 to the New York Newspaper Guild (of which she was not a member) to perpetuate the Pure Language League by distributing pamphlets. Said the Guild's Executive Vice...
...Howard Johnson's is serving in an unfamiliar Gothic environment without its orange roof, and with only six of its 28 flavors. There is no choice for Princetonians between a "Hot Roast Vermont Turkey Sandwich" and "Delicious Fried Clams." Instead of a waitress beaming down with a menu, a fellow student loads the table with platters of institutionalized cooking...