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...steps-at the right hand of Frederic K. Coykendall, chairman of Columbia's trustees, who was enthroned on a great horsehair armchair that had once belonged to Ben Franklin. Four times Ike heard his praises (and Columbia's) loudly sung; each time he tipped his gold-tasseled mortarboard to the speaker. Then Chairman Coykendall surrendered to President Eisenhower the university charter, the keys and the horsehair throne. At that instant, as if on cue, the sun smiled through the clouds...
...lecturer, a short, thickset man with a ruddy face and a big voice, was coming to the end of his talk. Gathering up his notes and books, he tucked his hornrimmed spectacles into the pocket of his tweed jacket and picked up his mortarboard. Still talking-to the accompaniment of occasional appreciative laughs and squeals from his audience-he leaned over to return the watch he had borrowed from a student in the front row. As he ended his final sentence, he stepped off the platform...
...more realistic but less palatable course would have been a collective admission that Dr. Snavely was orating through his mortarboard. Federal subsidies at the college level need no more imply Federal domination that the forty million dollars which the Office of Education annually devotes to underwriting the States' efforts in elementary education. The whole history of Federal aid to higher education, from land grants to the NYA, and more recently the annual two and a half billions expended under the GI Bill, has so far not revealed a single incident of dictation from the Potomac. Political interference with academic freedom...
These absent-minded students provide the bureau with it's least interesting material. Although nothing really sensational has ever turned up, there are such diverse articles there now as an old mortarboard, several neckties, and an assortment of sweaters, aigrette lighters and cases. "Last year we had a kitten in here, but no one ever claimed it," Miss Delano confides, "so we finally had to get rid of the thing...
...life & thought. Son of an Anglican canon, a classics don since his Oxford graduation (1903) and onetime vice-chancellor of Belfast University, Sir Richard at 65 is a man with a straggly mustache, pink complexion and owlish eyes peering over gold-rimmed spectacles. Livingstone stalks across the Oxford quadrangles, mortarboard jammed squarely on his thinning hair, his black M.A. gown flowing, his chin thrust well forward...