Word: mens
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...fourth decade of this century, on an evening just after the end of war, a Harvard legend was born. At their smoky club on Holyoke Street, the young men at the Hasty Pudding's Upstairs Bar amused themselves with rye, scotch and four-part chords. At some point on one such evening, a few of the club's men decided their ditties didn't sound bad at all. Maybe they should band together in a group. It was a fantasy of the bored and excessive, trying to entertain themselves. The boys decided their title should probably be something fun, something...
...Tonight, the boys mingle with the cocktail crowd in the Upstairs Bar, in preparation for singing. The gathering consists of bankers, tired after a long day of watching golf, and the Harvard Krokodiloes are to be their fix. It's showtime and two tuxedoed young men step forward and address the crowd. They introduce themselvesoPerry and Chessoand explain that they are the Harvard Krokodiloes. It seems kind of a disappointment that there are only two singers in the group, but the crowd is liquored up enough not to care. Because of artistic differences, the boys explain, they...
...ends and the Ryder Cup spectators make their way to the dining room charmed by the young men of Harvard, a buzz that might last another 18 holes. After the semi-formal crowd has gone, the Kroks return to the Upstairs Bar to kill some time before their next show. With the mutual fund managers gone, the room has returned to its rightful owners. An abandoned martini sits on the fireplace mantle, the olive within more closely resembling a preserved biology specimen than a cocktail. A fire blazes beneath the mantle; the air conditioner whirs in the corner. The charmed...
...student organization at Harvard. Still, the Kroks are, in the end, a singing group. Cufflinks and secret titles for various members with anti-climactic explanations, make for a certain mystique, but in the end, the love of singing and performing is each what bands together the dozen young Harvard men who croon as Harvard's resident lounge lizards. Something there is in human beings that loves to sing. Insofar as it's a way to cut loose, to release the energies of the imagination, it's a force for good. To the extent, however, that it's a question...
...crowds are smiling? It is because they are young and fresh, as yet unexposed to the daily grind that being a tough sonofabitch requires. The faces of the audience are wrinkled and droopy, hardened by years of not being the last-finishing nice guy, and these charming young men are naive, even as they sing of "sadomasochism," to the real tensions that will someday entangle their own lives. It is refreshing for these corporate clients, seeking to cut loose and shed a little of their hostility over wine or vodka, to see that life can still be fun without...