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...Lunch studies the 23rd Psalm in the Bible he is reading; but near the entrance of a Kansas City McDonald's he reads There's No Such Thing as a Free Lunch. Says Deborah Emont-Scott, a curator at Kansas City's Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art: "It is so appropriate for its location it is almost benign...
...causes also inspired students in the 50s. In 1958, after a feature on religion ran in The Crimson, a controversy arose over who could and could not be married in Memorial Church. The church's minister, George Buttrick. The Crimson reported, wanted the church reserved for Christian ceremonies. As Nelson remembers, Crimson editors didn't realize the provocative nature of Buttrick's views, which were buried in the article. Soon afterwards, the Crimson published a letter objecting to Buttrick's views, and then one supporting the chaplain. The second letter came from then-President Nathan Pusey '28, who wrote. "Harvard...
...didn't understand what kind of deep emotions we had touched." Nelson now says, The president's letter ushered in "a very stormy period." Auchincloss recalls "fierce denunciation of the chaplain." Students protested, and 16 professors--including Arthur M Schlesinger '38 and John Kenneth Galbraith--expressed their objections to Pusey in a hand-delivered letter. Ultimately, Harvard's corporation reversed the church's policy...
Music is everywhere. Cajun zydeco and cool blues vie with big bands and hot jazz. There are marching bands and washboard scratchers, as well as beer hall oom-pah-pah and big-name oomph. Concert performers will run the scale from Willie Nelson and Linda Ronstadt to Itzhak Perlman and Isaac Stern. Naturally, Al Hirt and Pete Fountain will also drop by to blow a few notes on behalf of the local talent...
...feels almost churlish for observing that the historical truth is more complex and interesting than that, so effective is Under the Ilex as a theater piece. Talmage has a genuine talent for witty dialogue, Charles Nelson Reilly has directed with an inventiveness that is only occasionally overenthusiastic, and the actors are near perfect. One suspects there is more gallantry in Prey's Strachey, more simple romanticism and humanity in Harris' Carrington than either history or the script invested them with. Be that as it may, one also suspects that in a theatrical climate where the domestication of homoexoticism...