Word: logged
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...every old grad's log of college lore is a group of stories about the shops along Massachusetts Avenue and its one-way tributaries. A random few recall the laundry establishments; others various coffee shops, but in the Harvard reminiscences of many contemporary writers and poets, the Grolier book-store on Plympton Street crops up an unusual number of times...
Secondly, the CRIMSON's editorial tossed the word "culture" about as if it meant something. Alone, it does not. Is culture a matter of touching off the Yule log, or does it involve institutions, thoughts and habits? Or perhaps, as used last Saturday, it is just a vehicle for teaching a language, a context for declensions, If the Faculty decided to foster a culture courses, it would have to deal with this question from the very beginning...
...book has no theme and no plot. It is a loosely chronological log of a year's journey into a wasteland of waters, in, over, and around which nature has run wild. Here and there is a condemnation of the world's race for riches, occasional criticisms of Whitehall, its taxes and its colonial policy, a warning of the growth of Indian influence along the African shore of the Indian Ocean, and a perceptible shudder at memories of a normal life in modern civilization. A.C.D. is looking for something. He says it is peace, reason, and security...
...Last week in his Weekly Log, Associated Press Executive Editor Alan J. Gould, 54, answered this question for A.P. men. "To a young reporter in his 20s," says the Log, "a man of 55 is probably old, but to a veteran on the desk ... it is just the prime of life." To keep reports more uniform in the future, Gould proposes that A.P. men "consider a man youthful until he's 35, in middle age from 35 to 65, and thereafter eligible for an old-age pension." Added Gould "'Nearing our own 55th milestone makes us no less...
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings might well have called her latest novel "Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen." Her farmer hero, Ase Linden, is a rawboned, ungainly man of probity without a mean bone in his 6 ft. 4 in. body. Born in a log cabin in the 18605, Ase dies in the age of flight, but his sad saga never gets off the ground...