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Munsingwear Inc. of Minneapolis increased its production of men's long underwear this year by 50%-and still has orders for more warm snugglies than it can make. Big-city grocery stores are selling boxes of coal for the first time in years. Flannel sheets are in demand as Christmas gifts. The ten Lazarus Department Stores in Ohio and Indiana are selling electric blankets at a fast pace. Says Lazarus Vice President Leonard Daloia: "Folks haven't forgotten last year...
Well, here's a prediction that I'll stake my Steve Kaseta-autographed Astro 8 notebook on: Harvard will beat Dartmouth in football this Saturday. Not edge, not nip, not even sleeze by. We're talking at least a 10-point margin over the boys in the flannel shirts...
...that the chairman of the Dresdener Bank, West Germany's second largest, stopped packing long enough to receive Albrecht at his 30-room villa in the wealthy Frankfurt suburb of Oberursel. With her through the iron gate came another young woman and a young man in a gray flannel suit...
...years ago, when these men were planning their careers and weaving their dreams of normalcy unaware of the changes they were to face personally, professionally and politically, Harvard was a very different school. Local merchants advertised grey flannel suits on sale for $39.95; Crimson editors annually elected a Miss Radcliffe from each freshman class. Although most upper-level courses were already coeducational, Harvard and Radcliffe were two distinct schools. Women were allowed into newly-opened Lamont Library only at specific hours and in specific rooms. Men could only entertain female guests in their rooms until...
...hardly noticeable, at least no more so than the trolley cars which clanged above our heads, outside. Close to midnight, by which time our host and we had drunk silly quantities of wine, his wife appeared in the doorway of what must have been the bedroom, wearing an old flannel bathrobe. "Are you coming to bed soon?" she asked. Her husband shrugged himself out of his chair, his shirt hanging loosely from his trousers, purple stains of zinfandel on all three of us. My friend and I went reluctantly to the door, shook hands, climbed the stairs to the street...