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...back to the campus, driving fifteen minutes, wandering the streets of New Haven for another fifteen minutes, trying to figure out where I was in relation to my stored belongings, struggling to find a Yalie willing and able to buzz me into the dormitory where I’d slept the night before, and schlepping my things to where Yale’s bus to the Bowl had been picking people up earlier in the day, I discovered that the bus service that had been getting students to The Game all day was no longer operating regularly. It was only...

Author: By Adam Goldenberg, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: 11/19: A Shuttle Odyssey | 11/21/2005 | See Source »

...them. My program, developed by a woman my husband and I call the Baby Nazi, instructs parents to schedule what baby and mommy should do at every given moment. Severe as it sounds, it seems to work. Since the age of three months, our little Beatrice has slept from 7 to 7. When they hear about this, hardened parents choke back a combination of disbelief and envy. "Just wait until the four-month sleep regression," cautioned a friend. (Never came.) "Are you sure something's not wrong with her?" asked another with faux concern...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Debate That Never Rests | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...taught him the basics: find a farmer with promising land and get him to lease you the rights, then find an oil company willing to drill. Van Dyke hitchhiked to Fort Worth and Dallas to make his first deals. "I had about $500 to my name," he says. "I slept in whorehouses." He had no capital to invest in drilling, so he put the farmers and the oil companies together, typing the contracts on a portable typewriter on the hood of his rental car. His strength was making a deal look good, or as friend and fellow oilman Denny Bartell...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Has This Man Found the Next Gusher? | 11/20/2005 | See Source »

...solicited or otherwise. They are my inspiration and my role models. I’ve laughed with them, cried with them, shared in triumph and defeat. With them I’ve made unforgettable memories and tried to piece together hazier ones; I’ve claimed to have slept with each and all of their respective mothers. They are my family here in Cambridge, and they make Harvard my home...

Author: By Theodore E. Chestnut, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: No. 9: The Bartley’s Smell | 11/16/2005 | See Source »

...night started out casually—the Mather House Council provided popcorn, candy and hot chocolate. A group of students played Trivial Pursuit in the back of the dining hall. And at midnight, the council paid for taxis to shuttle students to IHOP. Alas, no students actually slept over in the dining hall, but Jones said that hadn’t been the intention. “After people went to IHOP, they went back to their rooms,” she said. “It was more like the feel of a sleepover.” Lisa...

Author: By Anna L. Tong, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Mather Slumber Party a Snooze | 11/14/2005 | See Source »

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