Charles W. Morton's first weeks at Williams College were an adolescent agony of waiting for an invitation that never came. When fraternity rushing was over, the unpledged and miserable Morton took the first train home.
Two years later, back at Williams and still eager to be a Greek, Morton had his "heart's desire" fulfilled. But his stomach's desire was not. Morton endured fraternity food as long as he could, then transferred his patronage to the Williams Inn. By this week, 29 years later, Morton had decided that his stomach had been a sounder guide...
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