Word: papere
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...list of commentators on the decay of the CRIMSON now is to be added the name of one of the paper's own presidents. W. I. Nichola '26, Assistant Dean of the University, who in an open letter to the Editor of the Harvard Alumni Bulletin expresses his views on the subject...
...examples of the CRIMSON'S new-found professional spirit, a policy for "live news" and a tendency to promoting "stinks"--Which he defines as "any controversy the reverberations of which should be more than of local and momentary importance." He also mentions that gradually editors of the Harvard paper have taken up jobs as cub reporters on metropolitan dailies during the summer or have worked as college correspondents for these same papers, thus further bringing to the CRIMSON the professional standpoint...
...last question. Last, but not least. Last in the list. List while you last. I am going slightly but irrevocably mad, The Widow's had this question cold--a' babbled of green fields. Bibliography appended to the examination paper of William Demipest, undergraduate, imbecile, procrastinator. Question One. Lecture delivered at the Manter Hall School the night before last. Question Two. Lecture delivered at the Manter Hall School last night; not heard by William Demipest, but revealed to him by the man across the hall, whose memory was doubtless inaccurate. Cad! Putting the blame on some one else. Question Three. William...
...figure rises, moves slowly towards the door, sways slightly, impervious to the thunder which rises like a cloud from the floor, trembles in the pendant air. The courage of Smith. Coward! I lack the ordinary manhood to rise and hand in this paper. When I was twelve years old . . . my stepfather hit me on the head with a paper-weight, . . . surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. I will sit here, afraid to leave until the last minute has ticked itself into obscurity, because an inferiority complex shall follow me all the days...
...need not think that when you made out your examination paper, with the express and unmitigated purpose of flunking me out of college, I did not recognize your intention. Lay not that Battering unction to they soul. Bloody, but unbowed. I could, except for my pride . . . on yet. I have my pride . . . tell you the story of my childhood. You would pity me then. It would rate an A. My father hit me on the head with a paper-weight, one summer by the sea, bluer than a vast, incalculable blue book, gleaming in the sun. Beauty. But there...