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YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN
WITHIN
THE HALLOWED HALLS OF HARVARD
AND
ITS IVY-COVERED BALLASTRADES;
YOU
CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARWARD MAN…
HE’S
THE ONE STANDING NEAREST TO GOD.
WITH
HIS STEEL-BEAMED EYES AND SQUARED
TIGHT
JAW, PART OF HIS SLICK FAÇADE.
LIKE A ROMAN GOD; HIS CRIMSON TIE AND
YEAR-ROUND TAN
AH! THERE BEATS THE HEART OF A HARVARD MAN.
WHETHER
HIS NAME IS JOSE GREENBERG OR YING CHEN WOO
YOU
KNOW WITHOUT A DOUBT HE’LL CARRY OUT
HIS
LOVE FOR THE CRIMSON, THROUGH AND
THROUGH.
HE
BUYS HIS CLOTHES FROM GUCCI AND J. CREW;
NEVER
WATCHES FOX NEWS.
NEVERTHELESS
HE’S AT HIS BEST WHEN
DISCUSSING
HIS VIEWS WITH SOME OF THE VASSAR CREWS.
SWEATER
SLUNG RAKISHLY OVER TONED SHOULDER, COLOR
A
MAUVISH BLUE; HE’S SEEN IN SERIOUS CONVERSATION WITH
WELLSLEY
GIRLS, TOO.
THE WHIFFENPOOF IS OVER; AND THE EVENING’S
OVER TOO.
STILL
YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL HARVARD MAN….BUT
YOU CAN’T TELL HIM WHAT TO DO.
JOSE
GREENBERG’S REMINISCING WITH ABDUL EL HAIKU
AS
THEY’RE CROSSING HARVARD YARD;
AND
DISCUSSING RATHER SEDITIOUSLY
THEIR
PROXIMITY TO GOD.
THEY’D
LOVE TO TELL A HARVARD MAN
BUT
HE’D SAY, “THAT’S NOTHING NEW.”
SO
YOU CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN
IF
YOU NEED SOMETHING TO DO.
WHEN
ON THE FIELDS OF FRIENDLY STRIFE
WHERE
ALL THE BEST HAVE TROD,
YOU
CAN ALWAYS TELL A HARVARD MAN
HE’S
STANDING IN FOR GOD.
Judi
Talcott Rogers
8/29/13