Around Town


A Tour of Franklin Delano Roosevelt's Suite

It cost $450 to rent the two person suite on Westmorely Hall’s first floor in 1900—three times Harvard’s $150 tuition cost. Franklin D. Roosevelt and his roommate Lathrop Brown, both in the Class of 1904, split the cost of their room right down the middle, paying $225.50 before utilities and maintenance for each year they roomed together.


Who will win the World Series?

There is a palpable buzz in Boston this week surrounding the World Series, which will feature the hometown Boston Red Sox versus the St. Louis Cardinals. Here on campus, it’s not hard to guess who we’ll be cheering for. But statistically speaking, which team has the higher chance of winning? FM decided to talk to Carl N. Morris, statistics professor and sports analysis guru.


Stand Up Students

Harvard University Stand Up Comedy Society members meet under the broken, flickering lights of the Quincy House Spindell Room. The question they’re answering differs from those of the p-setters crushing brain break in the adjacent dining hall: “How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real?”


Play Me Pianos

A consistent crowd of tourists wanders in and out of the adjacent Holyoke Center, but this Mass. Ave. hotspot has recently developed a musical dimension: a public piano now graces the street corner, one of many pianos installed by Luke Jerram’s international “Play Me, I’m Yours” project.


Manny I. "Fox" Morone

Manny I. "Fox" Morone, '14.


Play me Pianos

Stephen Leroy, Harvard researcher, enjoys playing the piano in front of Au Bon Pain last Friday afternoon. Leroy is one of the many who have shared their music abilities on the pianos throughout Cambridge.


Play me Pianos

Musician Sam Picillo plays an original song at the piano in front of Au Bon Pain last Friday afternoon. Sam has been enjoying playing his guitar in the Harvard square before it gets too cold.


Free Boston!

Before today, I had never visited Boston. I’d been living within a two-mile radius—with Trader Joe’s as my southern border, the football stadium as my western border, and a jumble of Harvard buildings and community residences constituting my northern and eastern borders. I spent the majority of my time wandering through Cambridge. Although I kept trying to get lost, I always managed to find Mass. Ave. one way or another.


Scene & Heard: Nap Attack!

“Don’t write an article about this,” a representative of the Happiness Project told me, handing me a free extra-large t-shirt. It was a bribe. I took it.


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