Word: harvardmen
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...picking its presidents, Harvard University abides by few conventional rules. Though it likes its candidates to be Harvardmen and scholars, it apparently cares little about how famous they may be. This week, to succeed James Bryant Conant, now U.S. High Commissioner for Germany, the Harvard Corporation picked a man who could boast even less national fame than Chemist Conant had when he got the job. Harvard's new president, the 28th in a line dating back more than 300 years, is Nathan Marsh Pusey, class of '28, now head of small (800 students) Lawrence College in Appleton...
...Then two Harvardmen showed up one morning last week at the headquarters...
...weird, heron-like copper bird he was getting. "Tell me, what does it symbolize?" he asked. "Oh," replied the Harvardmen, "it's a sort of American peace dove." "Well," said Tsarapkin, "it is a very fine gift. Peace be with you and yours...
Pebbles & Trains. For some Harvardmen, Conant took a good deal of getting used to. Striding across the Yard with a sheaf of papers bundled under his arm, he looked more like a minor clerk than a president. Sometimes on a Saturday, he could be seen tossing pebbles at a laboratory window, trying to catch the attention of one of his ex-cronies at work inside, and sometimes he could be found playing with an electric train on the floor of the presidential ballroom. Even some of his ideas were a bit disturbing. He hated silver spoons and ivory towers...
After counting up the number of Harvardmen slated for jobs in the higher Eisenhower echelons (a dozen, including President Dr. James B. Conant, Sinclair Weeks, Henry Cabot Lodge and Winthrop W. Aldrich), the Boston Globe gleefully recalled some of Eisenhower's own campaign oratory last fall in Louisville, when Candidate Ike said: "It is high time that we had real and positive policies in the world that we understand . . . We are tired of aristocratic explanations in Harvard words...