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After a frightening shooting in Kirkland, FlyBy thought the police blotter might be taking it easy for the rest of the night. Not so. According to a FlyBy correspondent, around 11:45 p.m., HUPD and Cambridge police officers handcuffed a male wearing a hooded sweatshirt on the Mt. Auburn side of Quincy House. A flashlight search was conducted (for what? we don't know.) One Quincy-open contributor said that she had gotten the scoop from the cops (after the jump...
...Friday morning, City Councillor Larry W. Ward walks into Au Bon Pain wearing a sweatshirt, workout pants, and Crocs. He’s already been to the gym and had a cup of coffee, so he orders a peach iced tea and strikes up a conversation with the cashier, a young man he recognizes.“It’s good to see you working,” he says, “This job looks good on you.”During the 2007 election, Ward lost a bid for a council seat. But following the February resignation...
...true calling was English, not medicine. After his work was accepted and published by the Advocate, Mao describes feeling encouraged. “The Advocate helped me feel where my heart was going,” he says.THE ADVOCATE TODAY Clad in a wrinkled button-down shirt and worn sweatshirt, Advocate President Sanders I. Bernstein ’10, a former Crimson Arts executive, looks the picture of a romanticized poet. With an unruly tangle of hair and dark circles under his eyes, he seems as if he hasn’t slept in three days, and rightly...
...huddled around too, slumped in the three-part corners where two walls meet the floor. We’d talked about the fathomless ocean of history in sentences that ranged from two to a hundred words long.Then we must have dispersed. Waking up on a couch with a sweatshirt wrapped around my feet and my undershirt bunched up under my head, I know better than to go poking around the house, knocking on closed doors, asking where everyone is. It must be eleven in the morning, hardly time for any of that on a winter Sunday in Senior Year...
...Clad in a wrinkled button-down shirt and worn sweatshirt, Advocate President Sanders I. Bernstein ’10, a former Crimson Arts executive, looks the picture of a romanticized poet. With an unruly tangle of hair and dark circles under his eyes, he seems as if he hasn’t slept in three days, and rightly so: for the past week, Bernstein has basically lived at the Advocate in order to finalize the spring issue...