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...personality Angle said that Brown still managed to be “a center point with the ability to draw people together.”William W. Carter ’84, a fellow banjo player who lived down the hall from Brown in Hurlbut, said that he had heard of Alison’s talent just days into freshmen week, and when they finally met, the two immediately took advantage of each other’s musical prowess.Young recalls their jam sessions reverberating through the dorm stairwell until three or four in the morning. Carter and Brown eventually started...
...often have you heard someone say that a political candidate looks (or does not look) like a leader? A tall handsome person enters a room, draws attention, and “looks like a leader.” Various studies have shown that tall men are often favored, and corporate CEOs are taller than average. Moreover, tall men tend to earn more than shorter men. Other things being equal, an inch of height is worth nearly $800 a year in salary. But that may simply tell us about the stereotypes of what corporate boards think a CEO should look like...
...order of the day. Were we upset about not being able to eat hot breakfast during the week? Was our outrage directed at our beloved dining hall workers, who might have hours cut as a result of the changes? Or were we simply angry about the fact that we heard about all these changes during the artificially stressful reading period...
Perhaps I was lucky in that I started out post-graduate life free of a clear path. I graduated from college in 1963, the year that Betty Friedan fired the shot heard around the world and ignited the Feminist Movement—at least in my white, middle class, college-educated world. It is hard for students today to understand how momentous it was to read The Feminine Mystique: how staggering it was to grasp that the path I imagined when I entered college was far too limited. My subsequent path, therefore, was always built upon conflicting expectations about what...
...occasional lapses in the tidiness that we both prized, but our late nights were never long enough for us to finish turning over the last rock of elite W.A.S.P. naivete and insincerity, or the last LP from the other’s collection that we’d never heard before. Today, from Wall Street, he tutors me in a vocabulary of life wildly foreign to me, and I do the same, undoubtedly, for him. But in our dialogues we are also always learning to take a thoughtful distance from our daily habits of thought and conviction...