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...Mailer enrolled at Harvard in 1939. He lived in Grays 11-12 with two Jewish roomates. He majored in aeronautical engineering while belonging to the Advocate and the Signet. At that time, both social class and academic performance determined whether or not a student was accepted into one of the Houses. After being denied his sophomore year, Mailer got into Dunster House in his junior year and became a member of the "Dunster Funsters." Dearborn writes that Mailer never got over "the lingering snobbishness he had somewhat uneasily observed and absorbed at Harvard...
...ashamed to be associated with pop culture this week. In fact, these past seven days might just drive me to become... edgy. I should go out and buy horned-rimmed glasses and a matching smoking jacket, start hanging out at the Signet, watch Fellini in my spare time and invite discussions of Goethe instead of Cher--because, lord knows, I can't even begin to defend anything that happened this week in entertainment. (Maybe it's because I missed "Dawson's Creek"--the only thing that can possibly temper my spirits.) So what prompted such drastic disillusionment? A couple nights...
...that issue to his children... Marshall I. Lewy '99-'00 seems to have moved on to yet another member of the class of 2002. He and Avra C. Van Der Zee '02 got cozy at "Crazy for You"... Josh A. Perry '00 apparently gave a stellar speech at the Signet Society's holiday dinner. "Everyone was very impressed," asserts one Signet member. "It's too bad there isn't more of a literary community here for [Josh]."... Hot Visitor Alert: Joe J. Green '00 has a hot friend visiting from Ireland, and Winthrop residents report he's on the prowl...
...Drake punched JP for the Spee Club. JP punched Aaron for the Spee Club. Drake put up T.J. for the Signet Society. Drake put up Alicia for the Signet Society...
...remember my friend who used to be president of the Advocate invited me one afternoon to have lunch at the Signet, and I had never been. So I walk there, and we are having lunch, and I am in this room with these stuffy old men. And I remember something smelling so bad, and I just could not stop thinking, 'What is this horrible smell? What is going on? It smells like crap.' I realized later, outside, after I had hugged my friend goodbye, that on the way there I had stepped in dog shit and I had been sitting...