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Class Day--like Baccalaureate and Commencement itself--is a long-established tradition. Held in the Tercentenary Theater, this day before Commencement has traditionally showcased student speakers with the Harvard and Radcliffe speeches and the humorous Ivy Oration. The Ames Award is given to the unsung heroes of the class, and together, the seniors sing the Class Ode--a unique version of "Fair Harvard" written by a senior...
...more tranquil work, Ravel's Daphnis and Chloe Suite No. 2, closed the concert. Unfortunately, various events so depleted the ranks of available singers that the choral component of Ravel's score remained unsung. Fortunately, the lack was hardly noticed in the grandeur of the orchestra's performance. The opening rills for wind and harp, although punctuated by two unmerciful squeaks, created a setting of pastoral calm. Dense, lush orchestration frequently dissolved into the quickness and light of lighter sections; this is clearly recognizable as music for the ballet. Clear articulation was a hallmark of the performance of this epic...
...more. But still the money drizzled in, to universities and hospitals and service groups around the globe, paid in cashier's checks and accompanied only by word that the giver wished to remain anonymous. In January the shroud lifted, revealing a tale of such unsung goodness that some almost wished its secrecy had been preserved. Charles F. Feeney, 66, a businessman from New Jersey, had during the past decade given away more than $600 million through his two charitable foundations. At least $3.5 billion more--the entire value of Feeney's ownership stake in the duty-free shop empire...
DIED. MURRAY BURNETT, 86, unsung co-author of the play that became Casablanca; in New York City. Burnett sold Everybody Comes to Rick's to Warner Bros. for $20,000; though three screenwriters later won the Oscar for Casablanca, Burnett was ignored...
...such a culture, to be obscure is by definition to be a failure. The obscure man asks bitterly, "Why is he famous, and not I? What's he got that I haven't got?" Manifestly, nothing. It is not the Salieri-Mozart configuration, mediocrity envying genius; today, let some unsung brilliant political thinker wonder why Dick Morris is famous for sucking a call girl's toes...