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They assemble in the second floor conference room of the Freshman Dean's Office--that red house on Prescott St.--and begin to slog through the thousands of documents. They take batches of 25, and armed with a notepad, pencil and lots of coffee, scribble notes on nearly every incoming freshman. First they divide the rooming applications into two piles--smokers and non-smokers--which is often the only rooming preference students have. They then divide the piles again according to the room size each student requested (single, double, triple, etc.). The reading process take about three and a half...
When the phone rings in the screening room, Dick Belisle grabs the receiver, takes a long, practiced drag on his cigarette before placing it carefully on the edge of his ashtray, pulls up his notepad and begins asking questions...
...again, a man looms out from a corner like Harry Lyme. "Hi," he says. "Hello," you mumble nervously. But what the hell, surely the good guys do something more than drink coffee, what could possibly happen on the corner outside the police station anyway, with your down jacket and notepad you look like a stake-out so he's probably scared out of his mind--but why would he be talking to you then instead of running as if all Beezlebub's minions were after...
...campaign advisers, friendly Senators and Congressmen and old political pals like Melvin Laird and Bryce Harlow. Once the suggestions were compiled, Hartmann went over them with the President, who meanwhile had been studying every presidential acceptance speech since 1948 and jotting down ideas of his own on a yellow notepad...
...dismantle one weapon apiece, I observed the following: "Two male training officers, about 80 women, all in fatigues. Never get dirt on weapon. Keeping live ammo or cartridges a court-martial offense." One of the unoccupied training officers came to the back of the room to talk to me. Notepad in hand, I assailed him: "Do you think women learn how to handle weapons as quickly as men do?" Sgt. Hurlburt had disappeared. At that moment she reappeared. "Here's a coke, Miss Bennett. Would you like to step over here and discuss the rest of the schedule...