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Election of Overseers by the alumni was indirectly responsible for the formation of another group of alumni, the Associated Harvard Clubs. Although alumni had been traditionally organized on the basis of graduating classes, midwestern Harvard graduates in the 19th century were somewhat spread apart geographically both from each other and from the University...
...snowline, 110,000 sq. mi. of the nation's sixth biggest state came alive with spring activity. Along the Sierra Nevada, Basque sheepherders led freshly shorn flocks to summer pasture, kept wary vigil against marauding mountain lions. In the revived ghost town of Virginia City, cars disgorged Midwestern tourists to gaze at Piper's Opera House and Lucius Beebe's Territorial Enterprise. Around Reno, candidates for grass widowhood whiled away their residence on dude ranches. Along Las Vegas' gaudy Strip, vacationers pumped the slot machines and queued up for ten-course $1.25 lunches...
...brow darkened. "Mister, we may be foreign students, midwestern plains boys, and Bronx yoyos--wonks, if you will. We know we don't have much of a place in the clubrooms or at the billiard tables. But our place is here, worrying about the future, concerned about bombs and the men who push the buttons. You see, we're doing something. We care." He brushed away a tear...
Widespread in hard-hit Detroit is a bleak pessimism that contrasts sharply with the city's traditional Midwestern spirit. Detroiters do not count their city as especially beautiful or rich in culture, but they treasure its name for thrust, energy, confidence. Their favorite adjective: "dynamic." For generations young men leaving farms and small towns in the Midwest and the South have headed hopefully for bustling Detroit. One of the city's most cherished residents is a relentlessly optimistic versifier, Edgar Guest...
Outdoor Amours. When another family, the nouveau riche Jorgensons, turns up in the harbor on a rented yacht and takes rooms at the inn, the Hunters go into a tizzy. Ken Jorgenson is a hearty Midwestern manufacturing tycoon, but years before he was a lowly swimming instructor on Pine Island, cruelly taunted by the rich young summer crowd. Ken's whiny wife Helen is a cellophane-wrapped neurotic, untouched by life. Their 13-year-old daughter Molly is an adolescent sleeping beauty waiting to be kissed into existence. The kiss comes, of course, from Johnny, but before that...