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...West Ambler Johnston, an immense dorm with nearly 900 students. He heard what he thought might be three doors slamming. "It was so windy on Monday, and many students leave their windows open at night," he said. "So we assumed that it was doors being shut by a wind gust." He went back to sleep...
...corner office: poor timing, the reputation of Harvard’s faculty, the looming giant of Allston, and the intense media scrutiny.The presidents of Brown, Columbia, Duke, the University of Pennsylvania, Princeton, and Tufts all denied interest in Harvard’s top job. Some did so with a gust of humor (Duke President Richard H. Brodhead: “What a foolish question. I already have a great job”) and others with a gasp of exasperation (head of Penn Amy Gutmann ’71, who made it deep into the search that resulted in Lawrence...
...middle of December, winter came in earnest. A penetrating north wind swept the city with icy blasts. The window and door of my unheated cell rattled with each gust. I had on both my sweaters and a padded jacket, but still spasms of shivering shook my body. In the icy room, my breath made white, cloudy puffs, and I had to stamp my feet and rub my hands to bring blood to my toes and fingers. Something mysterious was happening outside. As winter turned to spring, I learned that Shanghai was in a constant state of upheaval...
Brown did the most traditional thing of all last year. He married Anne Gust, a former Gap executive he had been seeing steadily for 15 years. Friends say she has calmed down the frenetic Brown and given his sense of humor a beta boost. Brown, a Catholic, organized the ceremony, chose the medieval chants, cleared the whole thing with Rome and held the private service in the same San Francisco parish in which his parents were married. When I ask the obvious question--"So, how's married life?"--his reply is pure, distilled, 100-proof Brown: "It's a good...
...into every strategic decision, and the unmatched tension of a ninth-inning nail-biter. Sadly, all of these elements were absent from Harvard’s Sunday doubleheader with Columbia. The vista beyond the fences of O’Donnell Field is nothing to marvel at. With a cruel gust blowing in off the Charles, it was cold and I was underdressed. The seemingly interminable noon-time twinbill didn’t end until almost 5:30. And the Crimson sapped the drama out of the affair by leaping out to monster early leads in both games against the toothless...