Word: yales
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Except Presbyterian--perhaps the best team the Varsity will meet until the squad faces Yale in the middle of May--the opponents on the trip were none too challenging. The first two matches were played in the cold, 35-degree atmosphere of northern Virginia, where the Crimson defeated the Byrd Park Tennis Association, a fairly good team, by 9-6 on a strong showing in the doubles matches. The next day, Sunday, March 29, the squad whipped the Country Club of Virginia very soundly...
...Yale's President A. Whitney Griswold struggled to patch up relations between his students and New Haven cops-askew after last month's snowball-and-night-stick war (TIME, March 30)-an old grad unkindly recalled some carefree words addressed to a student mob in 1951, less than a year after Griswold had taken office. Said the president, in the green days of administrative youth: "I love a riot . . . I loved them when I was an undergraduate . . . I can yield to no one the record of smashed light bulbs...
Strange Household. When Author Wolfe, newly out of Yale, first encountered him in January 1937, Trotsky had just joined Mexico's impressive gallery of grotesques, and later did, in fact, figure in Mexico City's waxworks museum (wearing tweed knickerbockers), along with Emperor Maximilian and Mahatma Gandhi. Author Wolfe's version of Trotsky is itself a kind of waxworks figure (the writing sounds as if Ernest Hemingway were trying to parody Gromyko), but the book has the great merit of pointing to Trotsky's moral dilemma: Would he have used power less ruthlessly than Stalin...
...hard," wrote the Harvard Crimson tolerantly, "to view riots in New Haven with the same alarm as those in Nyasaland." The pother at Yale had begun the week before, when a fine fall of late winter snow had coincided with a fettlesome rise of early spring sap. When, at 10 o'clock one night, the Harkness bells clanged out "Bulldog, Bulldog," the results were more or less predictable. Frosh surged out of dormitories like beer from a sprung keg, and began pitching snowballs. Brawlers leaked over locked gates and through classroom buildings into the streets, made a token charge...
...snowball hit a motorcycle cop who had been holding back crowds by gunning his tricycle back and forth. Almost everyone managed to be wrongheaded about what followed. The national vice president of the Ancient Order of Hibernians nonsensically protested that the disturbance was an attack on Roman Catholicism; Yale students howled that it was hobnailed police brutality; and Yale's President A. Whitney Griswold charged it to "childishness" and "boorishness" on the part of students, made an apology to townspeople that most undergraduates thought was too abject...