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Room 203 Livingston Hall. This was home to the plaid bedspread he bought in Pocatello, Idaho, the black Smith-Corona portable typewriter, and a full set of the World Book Encyclopedia. |
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A place to meet under the watchful eye of Alexander Hamilton, “the patriot of incorruptible integrity.” They didn’t know that Hamilton studied here at King’s College long before it was called Columbia.
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Buddies, surrounded by halls of ivy. One is dapper in stripes, the other wears well in rough wool. Both anchor thin neckties at the collar with small knots. They were headwaiters earning meals in the company of coeds at Johnson Hall. (Calvin Wiggins and Jay Smith)
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Jingles from the past simmer just beneath memory’s surface: “My beer is Reingold the dry beer. Think of Reingold whenever you buy beer.” |
The Bax and Mary Jane. They are smack in the middle of the ’50s. He sports a red-haired crew cut, and she wears a Mamie Eisenhower “do.” |
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Here, in the quiet of Van Am Quad, a student could sit and contemplate the inscription on the memorial for John Howard Van Amringe, honored and beloved by generations of Columbia students, or meet the guys and head on over to the West End Bar.
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June 3, 1958—Two hundred years since the first graduating class of seven young men. This June, 6,414 diplomas were awarded. All join in singing “Stand Columbia.” |
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A keeper. A good student. He sits on the porch rail of Nevis Estate, the site of many parties. He is the picture of clean-cut. |
