Word: mastered
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Acting on the advice of a Harvard attorney, the masters cracked down because they risk prosecution under the higher drinking age laws if they allow happy hours, William H. Bossert '59, master of Lowell House, said recently...
...terrible tortures, slavery and stinging! In a beautiful landscape, among flowers and calm rural prospects, the beekeeper and his bees struggles with one another in loveless arrangements. Every day the bees fly thousands of miles in his service, and each one makes a drop of honey. He is their master, the owner of their product from the moment it is created. But there is no stability in this arrangement, because it is unnatural. They may decide in an instant to swarm away, or kill him with their stings, or both...
Meanwhile, Robert J. Kiely, professor of English and Master of Adams House, keeps a regular storehouse close at hand. "The New York Times magazine section, the Boston Globe's New England...Let me think, what else is usually in there? Oh, the travel section of The New York Times." But if all else fails, the father of two admits. "We've always got a lot of children's books in there if we get bored...
...room to serve tea to a pair of gentlemen earnestly conversing, trying not to embarrass her by calling attention to her infirmity. Eventually she arrives at her destination, spills the contents of the tray as she sets it down, then departs as slowly and silently as she arrived. Her master and his guest gamely go along with the pretense that the retainer is as efficient and unobtrusive as ever, and she, of course, is blissfully unaware of her klutziness. The result is an almost perfect example of the kind of purely visual humor of which Blake Edwards (The Pink Panther...
...Wodehouse's absurd caricatures always made sense in their own addle-pated terms, and underlying each of the master's farces was the coherent comic statement that blithering idiocy was the finest bulwark of the Empire. Donleavy's figures are too slackly drawn to be believable as caricatures and the only statement made by the novel is not comic but forlorn: the author has nothing to say. He seems to have few thoughts about the theater and none about London, or about an aristocracy that refuses to notice that it has been extinct since...