Word: reading
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Baaron Pittenger, Director of Sports Information, generally has the pleasure of previewing the band shows on Friday afternoon, but last week Adolf Samborski Director of Athletics, filled in and was a little dismayed by what he read. The band proposed to survey the new morality Samborski preferred...
...black students formed a separate black caucus on Thursday-the second day of the conference-and rejoined the main group only on Saturday night when they read their demands and walked...
...plaques, crowd the walls of the Sanctum on the second floor of our House at 21 South Street. Pegasus, the winged horse, has been carved into a wooden throne chair, featured above The Advocate's motto: Dulce est Periculum. There is also another: Veritas nihil veretur, which means (I read a translation of it the introduction to this anthology) "Truth fears nothing...
WHEN I ARRIVED at the Advocate House two years ago, there was a certain austerity to the proceedings. Several of us were elected in the Fall, met Updike, read poems in the late afternoon, and stylized ourselves. Things were taking their course, and it was acknowledged that some of us would take our place among those authors who had found their way into the Centennial Anthology. Occasionally, there were muffled complaints that no one read The Advocate, or even knew what it was; but this seemed to plague no one, nor had it probably ever. Literature was something...
This is why I realized several months ago that The Advocate is no longer disconnected from reality. It was the first week in October, and Richard Tillinghast was in Cambridge to give a reading. He had lived here for several years while writing his thesis on Robert Lowell, and then had moved out to Berkeley. Now he looked like he was from California. That night he read some poems which had appeared in the San Francisco Oracle, talked a lot about a book written by an Indian, Black Elk, and then a drug poem called "STP." There was a party...