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You and
I both know what the cover of your last issue was about (the picture
showing the student with his moccasins off, lying on the floor,
his head and torso hidden behind a table). But the 18-year-old Hungarian
freedom fighter my wife and I have sponsored did not. "Boy kaput?"
she asked when I tried to explain to her the goings-on at my kolega. She was, of course, relieved to know that the boy had not died with
his moccasins off, but was merely studying.
Let's
give the game back to the boys. Let's adopt a rule that when the
whistle blows for the starting kickoff, both coaching staffs must
go to predetermined seats in the stands and remain there during
the entire game. It isn't a battle of wits and strategy between
the boys anymore. The game belongs to the coaches in modern football.
Why isn't the coach's job comparable to that of a professor's? During
the week, he teaches the fundamentals, new plays, and so on. But
when Saturday's game comes, that is examination time; the boys should
go it alone and fail or pass on THEIR merit. The thrills that would
develop from following the proposed rule would pack 'em in.
I quote
from your November issue: "Yale led the nation in the number of
blacklisted researchers." Your article subtly, but not literally,
defends these men who are, in fact, possible security risks and
adverts to "McCarthyism." Do you honestly think your government
would unwarrantedly defame so many people?
Perhaps
the most moving of the prom souvenirs held by Manuscripts and Archives
are the dance cards, with tiny dangling pencil, which were tied
to the wrist. There was clearly a war of taste going on among successive
classes. The 1879 dance card is Japanese in style, then the rage
in Europe. The cards get more and more lavish, until the maroon
velvet 1885 card is as fat as a whoopee cushion. Next year, a revolt
back to simplicity: The 1886 card is incised gold on white leather,
chic and slim, showing a strong Art Nouveau influence. Such displays
of one-upmanship were no longer possible when the dance card withered
to the puny piece of paper it was by 1940. |
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