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Michael O. Finkelstein
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The Search for Baruch
Probably one of the few persons in Widener who has a sigh of regret when the library closes at ten
The Scarborough Conference
The agreement reached at Lancaster House a few days ago has committed Great Britain to the rearming of Germany and
The Society of Fellows: II
While the Society of Fellows puts no restraints on a man's work, the members are charged when entering with a
The Society of Fellows: I
This coming Saturday the humanists will face the scientists in a contest for the softball supremacy of the intellectual world.
Circling the Square
Those who have ever seen a street sweeper's truck clanking around Cambridge at five in the morning know how archaic
Get Your Red Hots Here
The difference between a loosing and a winning season for a ball team is apparently not in the number of
The First Lady
When, in 1948, the time came to fill the newly created Zemurry-Stone Chair, the occupant had to be picked with
Lowell House Roebuck
If there is anything really worth deploring these days it is certainly the disappearance of Bert Scursey. The telephonic waggery
Floating Theatre
Most Harvard men will modestly concede that architecturally at least, Harvard "has it" over M.I.T. Since last May, however, theatre
Keeping Up with the Jones
Backed by almost four decades of teaching, a fistful of academic honors, and two-and-one-fourth inches of Widener catalogue cards, Howard
Far From the Madding Crowd
Julian Seymour Schwinger, thirty-five-year-old Professor of physics, has kept his life pretty much to himself. Since his seventeenth birthday, this
Pogo After Twelve
Michael Cahaly, a white mustached Syrian, has banked his fortunes on undergraduate caprice for the past twenty-five years. Together with
Louisburg Square
Every city has areas which are despair of the modern-minded civic engineer. Boston is no exception, for Beacon Hill has
Education and the Fifth Amendment
No person shall be held to answer for a capital or other infamous crime unless on presentation of indictment of
Club Henri IV
"On still nights," said Genevive MacMillan, the blonde propriatrice of Club Henri IV, "I can hear my bells from Harvard
