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Malthus was right. So read a car bumper sticker on a busy New Jersey highway the other day, and it got me thinking about the Rev. Thomas Malthus, the English political economist who gave the "dismal science" its nickname. His "Essay on the Principle of Population," published in 1798, predicted a gloomy future for humanity: our population would grow until it reached the limits of our food supply, ensuring that poverty and famine would persistently rear their ugly faces to the world...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Will Malthus Be Right? | 11/8/1999 | See Source »

Tonis put out a four-state police alert and within 30 minutes the highway patrol had pulled over two students with Brown University identification driving a van with the drum towards Providence, R.I. The Harvard Band did not press charges, but the highway patrol...

Author: By Benjamin D. Grizzle, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Band Celebrates 80 Years with Weekend of Festivities | 11/5/1999 | See Source »

...refreshing to see something other than snow-white gables atop pristine Harvard brick. I made my way past Union Square towards the outskirts of Somerville. Dead ahead I could see that the street I was walking on was about to end as it merged with a multi-leveled highway...

Author: By Ariel B. Osceola, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Down in the Dump | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...walked until I could walk no more. I contemplated the best and safest way to conquer the crossing. I looked down the highway waiting for my opportunity. The flow of traffic lulled, and I sprinted across the three lanes to the highway's dividing island. I checked again, and I ran across the three remaining lanes. I reached the other side of the strip just as a BMW jetted by and honked at me in annoyance...

Author: By Ariel B. Osceola, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Down in the Dump | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

...Seeing that the day was done for these men, I decided that I would make my way home as well. I stepped back out onto the deserted main street behind the transfer station and headed back towards the highway. The air was crisp and the sky was clear blue. Gazing off into the distance I noticed the gold peak of the Capital building sparkling like a beacon for my journey back to my red- bricked home...

Author: By Ariel B. Osceola, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: Down in the Dump | 11/4/1999 | See Source »

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