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...have suggested that faculty offices be put in the Houses, that sections be held there, that graduate students be drawn into the System--in short, that the University become House-wise. With the new House in the planning we find ourselves tempted to add yet another proposal to the heap: why not design several suites which would accomodate married tutors...
...those cars with a low chassis. The wind caught his long scarf, wrapped it round the wheel, and in one savage second strangled him. The car skidded, buckled, reared against a tree, and was nothing but a heap of wreckage with one wheel spinning like a roulette wheel...slower, slower, slower in the silence...
...opening ceremonies in Annapolis, paraded up lower Broadway, felt salty planks under foot again aboard a dozen Atlantic Fleet vessels tied up at local piers. Senior officer present: Fleet Admiral William F. ("Bull") Halsey, 74, now leading a land battle to save the fabled carrier Enterprise from the scrap heap. Among the other World War II brass on hand: Admiral Richard L ("Close-In") Conolly, 65, a past master at firing his 16-inchers into the whites of their eyes on enemy-held beaches; Leatherneck General Gerald C. Thomas, 62. mastermind of the prime invasive 1st Marihe Division on Guadalcanal...
...Jinx McCrary have learned the ABCs of interviewing. In their latest inquisition, a five-a-week daytime TV show called Close-Up, they have overextended themselves, and the result is a sort of compost: a pinch of Ralph Edwards' This Is Your Life and a watered-down heap of Mike Wallace's Night Beat (which McCrary says is "a carbon copy of one of my old shows"). Last week the McCrarys snagged a performer who had turned Wallace down cold: Negro Singer Eartha Kitt. Eartha talked charmingly about such things as doing "primitive dances" with James Dean...
While the primrose path for their heroines leads inevitably to disaster and thence to New Understanding, the passion pulps themselves are making a heap of tin out of sin. In the last ten years, while the magazine ranks have been riddled by casualties, only two confessional slicks have gone under. Though their combined circulation has fallen to only half the Korean war peak, the fall-off has stopped and today the 24 monthly and quarterly romance-mongers (top price: 25?) enjoy a steady circulation of more than 10 million. In the 38 years since the late Muscleman Bernarr ("Body Love...