Word: tub
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...schemes of social philanthropy and community investment seem doomed to founder in this dismal fiscal climate. But that is true only if ETOB ("every tub on its own bottom") remains the principal rule of allocation. By failing to assault vigorously the principle of ETOB, the memorandum inevitably stacked the arguments to support the status quo. ETOB really means that the deans and their faculties run roughshod over a relatively powerless administration, helpless to set priorities or to weigh alternative expenditures. Harvard must clearly have a systematic procedure for simultaneously appraising all possible options for raising and spending money...
...opts immediately for the latter. There are other creatures on the show, like Bert and Erniehumanoids with cartoon hands, three fingers and a thumb. Bert, who has one frowning eyebrow, chivvies Mutt-and-Jeff style with Ernie, a bulbous-nosed charmer whose favorite sport is sitting in the tub, rhapsodizing to his rubber duckie. Oscar the Grouch lives in a garbage can. There he fulminates, venting such mock aggressions that by comparison a child in a tantrum is Little Mary Sunshine...
With that, The Owl and the Pussycat sets out on a sea of hysteria, and their cramped tub somehow manages to stay afloat. Felix is the owl, a pedantic would-be writer who works in a Fifth Avenue bookstore. Doris is the pussycat, a randy stray from New York's back alleys who has been in two television commercials, a movie entitled Cycle Sluts, and countless beds. By the time she gets through screaming at Felix, they are both evicted-Felix wearing a skeleton suit to frighten Doris out of the hiccups, Doris clad in her best crotch-length...
...dormitory must do more than balance chunks of stone. People live in Mather House. The thoughtfulness of the architect in providing ample wall outlets and tub-showers does not outweigh his most serious error, the absence of living rooms in almost every student tower "suite." People need a sense of turf, a feeling that some familiar piece of space is always waiting to have emotions projected onto it. "If I'm unhappy and just want to get out of my room for a minute," said a senior occupying a tower single, "I leave my room and go look...
...went to California, and returned, my feelings about mankind altogether revived. Within one week of my arrival back in Cambridge, I went innocently to take a midnight bath in the third floor bathroom of Barnard Hall. There before me I found an absolutely unknown naked man masturbating in the tub. Go ahead and laugh, if you like. Of course there's something a bit comical about the scenario, shades of Portnoy or of Bruce Jay Friedman. Even more comical to remember that some girl in the dorm, a transfer student with more than the ordinary romantic-absurdist delusions about Harvard...