Word: sorting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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About the fourth book I came to was Dashiell Hammett's The Glass Key. The blurb on the back cover listed other books by the author, among them The Maltese Falcon and The Thin Man. I guess it is sort of odd that I hadn't gotten into mysteries before, and here was the man that wrote two of the best. Here was a guy who not only understood the plots, but actually wrote them...
...VARIETY of visceral reasons the Faculty will probably be tempted to punish severely the students who sat in at Paine Hall. Some will quickly lump the R.O.T.C. demonstration with those against Robert McNamara and the Dow Chemical Company and conclude that this sort of thing can't be allowed to happen year after year. Others will be particularly offended because this Fall it was the Harvard Faculty, not unknown outsider like Dow's Mr. Leavit, whose usual business was interrupted...
...Radcliffe's goal of 30 blacks in the class of '73, was no less than they deserved. The goal, if achieved, will give blacks a share of Radcliffe's admissions commensurate with the black percentage of the nation's population. All things considered, including the debatable desirability of any sort of quota system, that goal is socially equitable, and it is to Radcliffe's credit that it has committed itself to achieving...
Under pressure, and out of its upper-middle class guilt, Radcliffe has yielded to the demands of its black students. Unfortunately, working class and non-Eastern Cliffies are not now as coherent a group as blacks, and so they will never exert the same sort of pressure on the Radcliffe Administration. But they really shouldn't have to. If Radcliffe is genuinely concerned about distributing its admissions with some semblance of socio-regional equity, it will do so of its own accord, without the stimulus...
Writing an exciting biography about Warren Gamaliel Harding is like filming a chase sequence with a wooden Indian. Harding's instincts were all for posture. Like a suntanned Roman, he struck his Midwest Ciceronian pose and held it, occasionally delivering himself of the sort of speech that instantly self-destructs upon reaching the brain...