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...will history judge Clinton? As long as people like Arthur Schlesinger Jr. write history [VIEWPOINT, Feb. 22], Clinton will be the victimized hero chased by the "wolf pack." In truth, Clinton is the wolf (dressed in white wool). But what do facts have to do with history these days? JOEL MARK SOLLIDAY New Haven, Conn...
...recent fashion trade bazaar in Manhattan, designer Shoshanna Lonstein was giving the hard sell to a group of potential clients. Sporting one of her new fall designs--a strapless wool tube dress--she looked herself up and down, fidgeted with the top of her dress and began, "I've made my clothes to allow for a woman's body, if you have one." Said a buyer from Miami, giggling: "Like you certainly do!" While the crowd burst out laughing, someone in the back whispered, "Hey, isn't she the one that used to go with Jerry Seinfeld?" The answer...
...They tried to sell us this project, and people saw the wool was being pulled over their eyes," Botanic Gardens resident and Assistant Professor of Jewish Studies Marcus Moseley told The Crimson during the center's planning process in December...
...Emerging into the neon lights and raucous zinging of a pint-sized "Himalayan" roller coaster, I suddenly regretted wearing my pea-coat and wool slacks, an appropriate ensemble for my earlier Lit and Arts section, but out of place among the Harley Davidson insignia. My ears absorbed a multitude of noises and frequencies as I scanned the warehouse-sized Emporium: the smack of a baseball in the adjacent batting cage, electronic screams from a blood-and-guts video game, and the monotonous voice of a televised sports commentator. The hubub was mesmerizing and dizzying...
Emerging into the neon lights and raucous zinging of a pint-sized "Himalayan" roller coaster, I suddenly regretted wearing my pea-coat and wool slacks, an appropriate ensemble for my earlier Lit and Arts section, but out of place among the Harley Davidson insignia. My ears absorbed a multitude of noises and frequencies as I scanned the warehouse-sized Emporium: the smack of a baseball in the adjacent batting cage, electronic screams from a blood-and-guts video game, and the monotonous voice of a televised sports commentator. The hubub was mesmerizing and dizzying...