Word: lating
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...warmly welcome. "Pat, you got a good man," said one sign. "Not many Republicans here, but lots of Nixoncrats," read another. When the President waded into the crowd to shake hands, he ignited a frenzy of affection unlike any thing seen in American politics since the campaign of the late Robert Kennedy. Adoring kids charged across police lines, girls squealed, babies cried, one woman fainted and another reached out to muss Nixon's hair. Nixon, fight ing to stay on his feet, seemed to enjoy every moment. He signed autographs, had himself photographed with a local woman...
...early fifties provided the most significant issue of the post-war decade. the Communist witch-hunts engendered by the late Senator McCarthy. The University found itself in the midst of the controversy and no one connected with Harvard voiced stronger support for academic freedom than did the CRIMSON. In 1949 the paper published the first of its annual extensive reports on academic freedom...
...library goes on collecting as fast as ever-building on its strengths and working on areas of weakness. In the late 1950's, for example, the library began collecting Oriental manuscripts, of which it had only a few. "There were opportunities. the prices weren't high. and there wasn't much competition. "Hofer says." It goes like that. We use our money well...
...Still, the thing about freshmen roommates is that you don't really hate yours until you're a sophomore and by then it's too late. During freshman year, said roommate is indispensable. At best, he will share his mother's chocolate chip cookies with you (although by the time they arrive from Milwaukee they're sure to be broken). At worst, he will be petulantly difficult whenever you want to sleep a girl in overnight: Say, uh, would you mind very much if Jan and I used the room tonight? Didn't the two of you use it last...
...EITHER case, though, you'd best expect a good bit of violence. Violence, along with a cataclysmic sense of emergency, has become pretty fashionable here of late. It makes life at Harvard alternately exciting, exhausting, and intolerable. Our Harvard-in its prose and its "politics" -practices a kind of blunt, immediate violence. Over dinner we argue about movies and rock, late at night we meet over beer or dope to argue about each other, and, once our ideas have reached a state of partial articulation, we confront and demand and we curse. O-K, so maybe we're sometimes wrong...