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Word: mixer (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...that The Animals had been hired to perform for the freshmen. What is particularly amazing is that this group was chosen before it had reached the apex of its stardom and therefore before it became financially unfeasible. Saturday night, Jubilarians enjoyed a floating party, complete with band and liquid mixer, aboard a huge pleasure cruiser. Few participants remembers, or care, that for a full hour the boat never left the dock because it failed to pass Coast Guard inspection, and the "authorities" wouldn't release the floating bacchanal...

Author: By Peter J. Bernbaum, | Title: The Glorious Story of Jubilee: Why You Want to Go This Year | 4/30/1969 | See Source »

...certainly weren't welcomed at the mixer. In fact, these people seemed oblivious to any festival of life, and they weren't aware of one more girl's presence. There was absolutely no feeling of community at the mixer. There was only the feeling of people desperately on the make...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

Each one remained an anonymous individual, safe and insular. Was this a way out of alienation and into joy as the pink sheet promised? On the contrary, it was self-defense and nothing more. There was no life at the Adams House Blizzard Mixer. There was only survival...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...MIXER reminded me of Harvard-Radcliffe relations in general. There was that same insidious lack of communication that is so characteristic of university life here. The fact that I was one of three (that I counted) Cliffies there, that being a Cliffie was a strike against me, that I thought Adams House wanted to meet me, and that nobody knew that--a real communications breakdown of the first order...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...realize it. How many of us can drop our defenses, stop protecting our slick Harvard exteriors, and start treating each other as warms, sensitive human beings? How many of us are able to celebrate a festival of life at this point? The concert said a few. The mixer said not many. The fact is that most of us are psychologically incapacitated. And this may be the real tragedy after...

Author: By Marilyn F. Kalata, | Title: Hello . . . My Name Is . . . | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

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