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...since much declined in stature and vigilance. (The CRIMSON has gained in both; the Lampoon has just about held its own...) But in those days there were a few foresighted stalwarts who could recognize a storm when they saw, hovering over the Yard, a cloud no bigger than the palm of a hand. The storm was then being brewed by the men who founded the Crimson Key. They were frustrated, for they wanted to be Big Men on the Campus. Their aim was creation of an environment which would make possible fulfillment of that ambition. We prevented the immediate fruition...
Once when he was a guest at the Palm Springs ranch of Movie Mogul Joseph M. Schenck, the desert air was riven around 3 a.m. by a blood-chilling series of screams and cries. Headed by the burly Schenck, who clutched a revolver, the bathrobed guests (among them Dramatist Moss Hart) hurried to the scene...
...more popularly well-known men in the group is McSpaden, who is now Sales Promotion Director for Palm Beach clothes. He retired from professional golf five years ago after winning some 40 championships. Another well-known figure is James H. Lum, who was Executive Director of the Clinton Laboratory in Oak Ridge from 1945 to '47, Before Oak Ridges he spent four years working in Australia; is now with the Monsonto Chemical Company...
...Atlantic. At her foremast flew a pennant the Cuban breezes had not played with for seven years: the blue, white, red, yellow and green personal banner of General Fulgencio Batista. Aboard the Cuba was the general himself. He was headed for an Easter weekend holiday with his family on palm-lined Varadero Beach...
...Ecco Roma!" is her invocation. "A city of bells and hills and walls; of many trees nordic and tropical together, pine, ilex, and palm, and water and a disturbing depth of shadows; of acres of ruins, some handsome, some shabby lumps and dumps of useless masonry, sprinkled through acres of howling modernity-an impossible compounding of time, in which no century has respect for any other and all hit you in a jumble at every turn...