Word: keezerism
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...annual momentous interview with a CRIMSON reporter, Max Keezer, Cantabridgian wit, famed vendor and buyer of Harvardian habiliments, and unofficial plainclothes man of Harvard Square, brought several more of those first hand coups de maitre of a master wit into the limelight for posterity. Mr. Keezer, who claims to be even more expert in the matter of the philosophy of clothes than Carlyle himself, was pouring over a volume of "Sartor Resartus" when approached by the scribe in his Emporium yesterday. "Lasciate ognisperanza vio chentrate," said the original Mose of second hand clothes by way of greeting...
...forgotten. Miss M.R. Jones, known as Mr. Jones, keeping shop in the Square with a sign in front of her cakes and confections: "Gentlemen will not, others must not, touch," and John the Orangeman are still historic figures. But there are more modern notables to take their places. Max Keezer, supersleuth, will not soon be forgotten, and the historic remark of Arthur Clement: "The patrol wagon was the only safe place in the Square," will go down through the years even as Mr. Jones's sign. And to uphold professorial traditions, Professor Whitney is strenuously preparing himself against...
...that the band marched past Max Keezer's, where I was standing in the window, hired out for the day as a clothing dummy, and a very good dummy I make too, as Max allowed when he agreed to return my last year's flannels for two hours of standing in his window. I was, you see the first part of the display, the Before Cleaning. But never mind, never mind anything except that the parade was short, which is a vice in parades, and a virtue in women, depending on what the women are short...
...remains but in the undergraduate attitude, all is bustle and commercialism, coldness, and discourtesy. I asked two young snobs with Dickey ties to direct me to the headquarters of the Graduate Day Committee. Their only reply was a shrug and "So's your old man". Except for old Max Keezer, I did not meet a single friendly or civil person in Cambridge and I left in disgust before noon...
...could both be embodied in a visit to University Hall. For human interest, what more moving than a close-up of the daily organ-grinder? And as for mystery, the movie might make a real contribution to the world's knowledge by revealing the ways and means, of Max Keezer and those cherubs of doubtful extraction who have never been known to utter but one refrain: "Gimme a penny, Jack...