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Dates: during 1960-1969
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More than 2000 students yesterday morning fought to buy tickets for Saturday's Yale swimming meet, but most were left frustrated when the window closed at noon after selling only a few hundred tickets...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 2,000 Students Battle For Yale Meet Tickets | 2/28/1961 | See Source »

...hardiest swim enthusiasts got in line before 7 a.m., but most students joined the crowd at about 8:30, and stood patiently for over an hour while a single ticket window waited on one customer per minute. Average progress in the line was about 75 feet during the first hour, though one sophomore boasted of advancing...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 2,000 Students Battle For Yale Meet Tickets | 2/28/1961 | See Source »

...Venus," murmured Mrs. J. E. Thomson in San Francisco, as she gazed out the window at the night sky. "You don't know what's coming to you." Said Anthony Balestreri, a Milwaukee artist: "There's been a kind of awakening. I hope to God it continues. I noticed it in church a couple of weeks ago, when the priest mentioned Cuba. What we need is more of it. Instead of announcing from the pulpit that the bowling league will meet at such and such a time, let's hear how the news may affect...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The People: Waiting & Watching | 2/24/1961 | See Source »

...Nashville, Negro students continued to clog ticket-window lines as they besieged segregated movie houses for the third straight week without success, but were surprised to receive courteous service for the first time at a bus-station restaurant...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The South: To the Jails | 2/24/1961 | See Source »

Wolcott Gibbs is a conspicuously less exciting parodist, and some of his work is too crude to observe anything but the most superficial aspects of his subjects; yet he does well enough with J. P. Marquand. "Outside my window the river lay opalescent in the twilight, but for a moment I saw it as a dark and relentless torrent bearing me on into the unknowable future, and I shuddered," is not remarkable for its wit, but the next sentence--"I didn't want to get married; I just wanted to go back to Harvard"--excuses the rest. I like...

Author: By Robert W. Gordon, | Title: The Useless Art: A Refined Sampling | 2/24/1961 | See Source »

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