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Like his father--now 95 and living near his son in Lincoln--Rand is a class agent, and he has actively participated in fund-raising for the University since his 25th reunion in 1968. He is, in every sense, a loyal Harvard trooper. Both his brothers went to school here. He supports the drive, not so much for its specific goals, but because it is Harvard and because it is Harvard and because he revels in what he calls "very high class" dinners and functions Harvard provides for fund drive supporters. Had this been a "bricks-and-mortar" drive...
...trooper would head for the bar and order a beer. "You got ID?" the bartender would demand. Well, it was the nation's first teen-aged war. An adolescent might be old enough to look upon (even to perform) horrors that would make Goya turn away. But back home, he was not old enough to drink. And in a day or two, if the soldier stayed in uniform, a fellow American would ask some stunning, stopping version of: "How many babies did you kill?" For many Viet Nam veterans, the moment of return, that bleak homecoming, was the beginning...
...black federal soldiers and the townspeople, many of them ex-Confederates, lived in a certain mutual contempt. After a drunken sheepman blew out an unarmed trooper's brains in a saloon one night in 1881, the black soldiers came raging across the river into town and posted a notice: "If we do not receive justice and fair play, which we must have, some one will suffer-if not the guilty, the innocent. It has gone far enough. Justice or death." It was a moment of brave anger in the 19th century, but it passed; the white sheepman was acquitted...
Lennox Hinds, a professor of criminal justice, in 1978 criticized the trial of Joanne Chesimard, who was accused and later convicted of murdering a New Jersey state trooper in East Brunswick...
...about a couple of high-society crooks, their $30 million heist and the wily Scotland Yard inspector (David Niven) who dogs their trail-may have meant to revive the old Hitchcock tradition of sophisticated comedy. But so frail a genre is more style than substance, and Siegel's trooper-boot direction flattens out the laugh lines and bits of business until they have all the charm of an airport runway. Gelbart was smart enough to remove his name from the credits (hence the screenwriter pseudonym). Reynolds was not so lucky...