Word: raccoons
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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June passed, July passed, August passed, and finally enough of September passed so that it was time to leave the beaches and the clubs, pack up the $350 raccoon coats (bought from Gunther's on Fifth Avenue, of course) and trudge back to Cambridge. The Class moved into Claverly, Westmorly, Russell, Drayton, and a hundred little boarding houses around the Square and settled down to a year of concentration and speculation on what the man with the white mustache would do next. There were some new sights to see around the Square: the Langdell addition had been finished...
Suddenly it was all over. The four years of Cambridge, with Greta Garbo and Douglas Fairbanks playing at the University Theatre, dinners at the Georgian, Mallory straws and raccoon coats at the Coop, and Old Golds without "a cough in a carload," this was all finished...
Eight hundred freshmen field dutifully into Mem Hall in late September of 1927 and the fortunate ones then moved their raccoon coats and Morris chairs to newly renovated Hollis, McKinlock, and Matthews Halls. "McKinlock Hall," the University trumpted, "now caters to '31's palate. We have replaced its musty tone with many delicacies." The delicacies were never enumerated and freshman palates still preferred the eternal Square hash-houses...
...Despite raccoon coats selling for a bargain $350 at the Coop, the Class of '30 consistently shared the opinion of the exchange student, and the CRIMSON drew this comment from Presidential candidate Alfred E. Smith: "I am highly gratified at the interest being shown in public affairs by the college student of today...
...burst out in a cultured and fervent half-whisper, "but I am sick to death of being thought of as a blue-jeaned slobbermouth and I am sick to death of having people come up and say hello and then just stand there expecting you to throw a raccoon at them. I have always hated the fact that I have been obliged to conform. I agree that no man is an island, but I also feel that conformity breeds mediocrity. I think this country needs, in addition to a good five-cent cigar, a little five-cent investment in tolerance...