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...splotch, a blotch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Beware the Blob | 10/13/1958 | See Source »

There is one splotch of Cambridge green where you seldom see the policeman's blue. That is Cambridge Common. Since most policemen are cruising the city in their cozy cars and the others are patroling such arcas as East Cambridge and Central Square, the Common has no watchman. Police say the prowl cars scan the streets and beat-men guard business establishments. They ask: Why patrol Grass...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Common Protection | 12/13/1952 | See Source »

From time to time groups with no Teutonic flavor whatsoever have used the Museum. In the thirties, Cambridge children trooped into the basement to splotch paint on paper at a very popular free Art Center. During the recent war, army chaplains trained upstairs. Now, the Lowell Institute's WGBH broadcasts from the basement and the top floor holds the offices of the Public Speaking Department. The great Baroque organ, whose pipes rise from the mezzanine like a cluster of stalagmites, is usually reserved for E. Power Biggs' Sunday morning broadcasts. However, others play on it during the week if they...

Author: By Milton S. Gwirtzman, | Title: A Gift of the Kaiser | 10/21/1952 | See Source »

...years, political reform movements have been drifting across the Boston scene without leaving so much as a white splotch on the grimy City Hall. When a reform organization called the New Boston Committee began to make noises this year, many an old politician discounted it as just another collection of do-gooders going nowhere. Boston was in for a surprise...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: MASSACHUSETTS: Something New in Boston | 10/8/1951 | See Source »

...eyes came around, there was blackness before him . . . Hasselborg instinctively shifted his eyes upward toward the top of this blank wall. His mouth sagged open in his beard and his eyes went glassy at what he saw. There was a splotch of red on top of the thing . . . The bloodshot eyes . . . glared down at him from a height twice his own . . . Yes, it was the gigantic bear-the one he had killed but a moment ago. He had forgotten his own precepts about approaching bears until they were dead. And his rifle stood against a bush two steps behind, ineffective...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Bears Are Like People | 9/18/1950 | See Source »

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