Showing posts with label Colgate University. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colgate University. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 6, 2023

Colgate University 2023

I visited Colgate University in Hamilton, New York for Reunion Weekend and took a few photos of the beautiful campus. Like the alumni, the grounds have maintained their good looks.
Payne Creek

The Willow Path

The James C. Colgate Student Union

The Quadrangle

Haskall Hall

The Colgate Memorial Chapel










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Thursday, June 11, 2020

Reamer Keller in College Humor, May 1937

What sort of gags did cartoonist Reamer Keller create for the bright young crowd who perused the College Humor issue of May 1937? Why, hillbilly cartoons, of course, one of Keller's specialties. Sophisticated readers could look down on the lowbrow antics of the hillbillies and distance themselves from the exaggerated misogyny on display while still perhaps enjoying it just a little bit.
"Step on it, maw! It's gettin' around time fer you to be fixin' my supper!"
Reamer Keller
College Humor, Vol. 5, No. 1, May 1937, page 25


"I wish you'd stop fallin' into the well, Elmira—you're beginning to give the water a funny taste!"
Reamer Keller

College Humor, Vol. 5, No. 1, May 1937, page 61



Note:  The May 1937 College Humor issue referenced here sits among more than 5,600 other magazines in the Steven Boss humor magazine collection at Columbia University's Butler Library. I photographed it in the Rare Book and Manuscript Library on March 10, 2016 having gained access with a username and password I've long since forgotten. The Butler Library is at present closed until further notice, but when it does reopen, Curator for Comics and Cartoons Karen Green will, I trust, be able to reset all the lost passwords.


This is the first appearance of cartoonist Reamer Keller on the blog. Ready or not, more of his College Humor work will follow.


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Monday, January 7, 2013

Book Review: The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

The Things They Carried (1990)
Tim O'Brien


I was privileged to hear author Tim O'Brien give a reading at Colgate University for Frederick Busch's "Living Writers" class in the very early 1980's. Mr. Busch, a well-respected writer of fiction himself, would arrange for a contemporary author to visit his seminar, and the week prior he would have his students read a book by that author. The writer would come in and give a reading with some discussion. It's an excellent format and the course is still being taught today, although I no longer recognize the names of the authors.

Busch introduced O'Brien warmly, saying that his students knew how highly he regarded Going After Cacciato (1978). Indeed, the book had been a national phenomenon, one of the first important works of fiction about the Vietnam War. In my household, it was the only contemporary work which we all had read, even my mother who didn't read war books. How could I not come to a reading by Tim O'Brien? The event was open to all, but it was held in a classroom in Lawrence Hall, not an auditorium, and I was one of the few in attendance who was not taking the class.

O'Brien himself was a regular guy wearing a baseball cap. He read two excerpts from The Nuclear Age (1985) which was still a work in progress. By way of introducing his novel about growing up in 1950's America, he explained to us that he had previously written quite a lot about Vietnam and he had said pretty much all he had to say about the war.

In retrospect, this was a pretty remarkable statement, and I wish I could recall his words more exactly. Here we were almost a decade before The Things They Carried was published, and Tim O'Brien had told us he had nothing further to say about Vietnam! Well, I don't think even he could have imagined what was coming. The Things They Carried is very good, impossibly good, obscenely good.

It is a work of fiction. O'Brien tells us this right up front, but then things get complicated. The book is more or less in the form of a memoir where the main character is named Tim O'Brien, a 43-year-old writer recalling people and events before, during, and after the Vietnam War. He explains his belief that there are just wars like World War II but Vietnam was never in that class. He gives a fascinating account of how he almost ran off to Canada, although this may or may not be the case. He has a lot to say about storytelling and memory. He discusses his book Going After Cacciato and the various versions one of his stories has gone through, very plausible things that a writer might relate. In other words, it is unclear just what is fiction in this avowed work of fiction and what is not. O'Brien's assertion late in the game that almost everything is made up doesn't really help given the biographical framing devices in most of the book. Some of the events described certainly could never have happened, and some seem to be hallucinations a la Cacciato. The overall effect is quite powerful.

Incidentally, after Tim O'Brien finished his reading, Frederick Busch announced, "I'm going to buy this man a beer." A group then head down to the Pub. I wish I had tagged along.


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