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Some scenes reverberated in the memories of those who had been attacked. White motorists could only jam down their accelerators, duck their heads and try to speed away from the fusillade of bricks, bottles and bullets. "There's one, that's a white one!" a black screamed as a yellow Toyota passed an intersection. The driver spun his wheels frantically in an oil slick before escaping the approaching mob. Recalled white Motorist Jim Davis: "The police had put up a roadblock. I couldn't get around it. I went into a U-turn, but my car stalled and they came...
After Grolier and Starr, any other bookstore (conventional or no) in Harvard Square would be anticlimactic, but Schoenhof's Foreign Books really disappoints. Its bright blue carpet and uniformly shiny particle board shelves scream expense. To its credit, it does stock books in languages ranging from French to Cornish and Babylonian. Unfortunately, at Harvard, the romance of the other is often translated into pretension rather than unconventionality. As Elizabeth C. Oelsner '00, who spends entirely too much time in the Schoenhof's building, comments, "Foreign books are nicer. They're pretty. They're small. They're expensive," none of which...
...seems, by all accounts, that students are quite eager to get naked. As Nat W. Bullard '00 puts it, "Running Primal Scream fills the role [of a third tradition] for some people." Roughly 50 percent of those asked also offered Primal Scream as a third ritual. "Everybody needs to streak," affirms Marc Stad...
...some, the thought of Primal Scream assuming the position is as bland as boiled millet grain. Some creative students thought up their own traditions and expanded upon others. Unsatisfied with the anonymity of streaking at night, Franklin W. Huang '99 proposes that students "streak through Cabot library," where the bravest must "stop at every cubicle." Matthew S. Trent '00 suggests prolonging one's exposure to the unflattering glare of fluorescent lights by "studying naked in Lamont...
Most complaints came from neighbors of the raucous players. Kelly P. Mauceri '01 comments, "It's like a disease. The guys are obsessed with the thing." Ciara A. Dockery '01 adds that the players are "loud and scream obnoxiously." Dockery also expresses discontent about being consistently snubbed. She claims "They only let me play when they don't have a fourth player...