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...Gordon used to claim that he never read anything but Publisher's Weekly. But one customer, who first went into his shop as a freshman in 1968, looking for a copy of a book by James Dickey, knows that he was lying. Gordon gave me five good reasons, and a 20 minute lecture, on why I shouldn't waste my money on James Dickey...

Author: By Michael Ryan, | Title: Gordon Cairnie 1895-1973 | 7/24/1973 | See Source »

Last year, while I was looking through old volumes of the Crimson researching something I was writing, I came across a story from the 1920s about an airplane crash on Soldiers' Field. I have forgotten the pilot's name, but his passenger was Gordon Cairnie. The only casualties were a few clarinets and an oboe or two, left scattered on the ground when the Harvard Band ran like hell to avoid premature meetings with their Maker. Later I asked Gordon about that story...

Author: By Michael Ryan, | Title: Gordon Cairnie 1895-1973 | 7/24/1973 | See Source »

...believed every word Gordon said, then half the world was made up of damn fools. But no one who gave as much credit and did as many favors as Gordon did could have believed...

Author: By Michael Ryan, | Title: Gordon Cairnie 1895-1973 | 7/24/1973 | See Source »

...biggest damn fool I ever heard of was the one who read the Crimson story last spring about Gordon's retirement plans and believed it. Gordon had been sick for a while--his foot was killing him--and started talking about going back to Canada, leaving Cambridge forever. This particular damn fool came to him with an offer to buy the shop. As Gordon told it, and I hope it wasn't true, this guy offered to buy out the shop, lock and stock--I don't think Gordon owned a barrel--for $600. Then, with the benefit...

Author: By Michael Ryan, | Title: Gordon Cairnie 1895-1973 | 7/24/1973 | See Source »

...GORDON never succumbed to the greatest temptation of age, the urge to be venerated. The day before Commencement, last month, I watched him trade jokes with his friend, Bob Tonis, as earthy as ever. Last spring, at a Signet dinner, he matched his table companions, drink for drink, with that unpalatable vodka he used to like. And at a dinner a year ago, while James Tate was reading his poetry, Gordon sneezed, long and loud. Tate snapped "Shut up Gordon," and Gordon laughed as loud as he had sneezed...

Author: By Michael Ryan, | Title: Gordon Cairnie 1895-1973 | 7/24/1973 | See Source »

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