Retrospection
Mumps: A Play By Play
Our boys are tired but determined, ready to take on the Big Red Bears when, alas!... Down goes a Harvard rower.
Written in the Stars
Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin was promoted as the first woman to receive a full-time, non-female-only professorship from Harvard College.
The Man Behind the Seals: La Vie of Rose
Few have heard of the man behind the seals: Pierre de Chaignon la Rose, a celebrated heraldry expert and member of the Class of 1895.
Retrospection: Agassiz's Expeditions in Brazil
But for Agassiz, the trip to Brazil was about more than science. Not only was evolution—a process not immediately observable to the human eye—deeply antithetical to Agassiz’s staunch empiricism, evolution was profoundly at odds with his perceived world order.
Harvard Yard to the Rose Garden: Merrick Garland's College Days
As a pre-med freshman, Merrick B. Garland ’74 likely did not see himself going to law school, let alone standing at the side of the United States President in 2016 as the most recent nominee for the U.S. Supreme Court.
Shifting Services
Later in the 17th century, the college held prayer gatherings for the entire student body, led by the president and his close affiliates.
Retrospection: Rustication
Draper was already a likely candidate for banishment to the countryside
The End of the Tour: Eliot and the American South
One paper in the North questioned whether Eliot had "reached the period of senility." Another suggested that his resignation could not have come soon enough.
Sister Act
Seventh Sister magazine set out to accomplish three main goals: to discuss events and issues of interest to women; to provide space for open and wide participation among the different student groups on campus; and to create a collaborative environment where women could learn the inner workings of running a newspaper.
The Highest Court in the Building
The Law School’s Hemenway Gymnasium has been graced by law school legends ranging from Barack Obama to Ted Cruz.
The Missing Buildings of Harvard Yard
It’s hard to imagine the hub of Harvard’s campus without the beautiful red-brick colonial structures (and Canaday, I guess) we recognize today, but things weren’t always this way.
A Little Racist Knife: The AAA Challenges the Pudding
As dusk descended on the Ides of March, 1980, Michael T. Hsieh ’80 distributed leaflets outside the neo-Georgian façade of the New College Theater, now known as Farkas Hall. He and other members of Harvard’s Asian-American Association gathered to protest the Hasty Pudding Theatricals’ use of a perceived racist character, Edgar Foo Yung, in their 1980 production, “A Little Knife Music.”
A Look Inside: Warren House
On the outskirts of Harvard Yard lies an incongruous yellow house. Lacking the domineering sophistication of the Faculty Club and the Barker Center’s frenetic influx of students, the yellow farmhouse is comparatively modest, with nothing but a small placard on the door to inform you that you are inside Warren House.
Retrospection: Professor Eugene Rochow
Before Powerpoint and Keynote appropriated the term “slide” to the flashy, digital rectangles that we dread in Monday morning lecture, slides were actual panes made out of plastic and glass. Professors would insert them into a slide projector and give their lectures.
Best Busts: Annenberg Edition
Hey, get your mind out of the gutter! It’s not what you’re thinking. The busts we’re talking about are the ones mounted on the walls of Annenberg. As freshmen, rarely do we look up from our heaping piles of curly fries and carnival cookies to notice the many stern men staring down at us. Covering almost every inch of Annenberg’s walls, these devilishly handsome fellows are forever immortalized in smooth marble. While their busts are accompanied by a gold plaque detailing their major accomplishments and contributions to the University, we know you’ll never actually get around to reading them. Let us be your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Harvard’s elite.
From 'Cliffe to Crimson
She is the daughter of a shoemaker and so knows enough to wear a sturdy pair of loafers for the long trek from Brockton to Cambridge, Mass. She knows, too, that her request to study intensive Latin, Greek, and English at Harvard may be rejected. But it is 1878, and Abby Leach knows, above all, that she and other women now deserve to know more.