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...marble-topped, crumb-lined counter, "por favor, una fumata fur meine fraulein." "Mynheer," she would always reply, smiling, and bring us another of Peter's favorite pear-filled, chocolate-covered fumates. You do not get such fumates everywhere. We would stay there in the warm pink exciting womb-like garret until the basketball jocks dropped in for pear-filled fumates, bringing with them the stench of the cages...of Harvard. Of Cambridge, that book-lined, brick-paved prison...
...first real football game (Yale 6, Princeton o). Dartmouth College offered him a baseball berth, but it had no divinity school. Yale had one, so it was to Yale that Stagg went, aged 22, with $32 to his name. He always ran from job to class to garret-largely because he had no overcoat to keep out New Haven's raw, dank cold. He kept up this habit of running wherever he was going until 1957, when, at 94, he fell and skinned his nose. Said he last week: "I may get back...
...sketch this scene to convey something of the spirit of the Rue de Salaud--approximately sixteen blocks of cold-water flats, back stairs, and cracked plaster stretching from the Radcliffe Graduate Center to Central Square. This is the Left Bank of the Charles, the garret-estate of the unwashed literati, the tenements of the night-crawler--that interim period creature who walks the Cambridge streets between Commencement and Summer School...
...sketch this scene to convey something of the spirit of the Rue de Salaud--approximately sixteen blocks of cold-water flats, back stairs, and cracked plaster stretching from the Radcliffe Graduate Center to Central Square. This is the Left Bank of the Charles, the garret-estate of the unwashed literati, the tenements of the night-crawler--that interim period creature who walks the Cambridge streets between Commencement and Summer School...
...disguise, for, more often than not, a writer is better advised to keep his clothes on until the sun is up. Consequently the void which The Editor claims it will fill perhaps is a blessing in disguise, however cruel a blessing that may seem to our hollow-cheeked and garret-ridden young writers. SurelyThe Advocate is enough--I mean opportunity enough--for ambitious Harvard writers, and too, enough for their sensitive audiences...