There was nothing very unusual about this year's summer school at Harvard. The schoolmarms in gingham were there. Young men in slacks lounged in gate ways; bookworms burrowed in the Widener stacks. It seemed as if only the stu dents in an advanced seminar called "Science and General Education at the College Level" had anything new to talk about. Their subject: a new professor.
He was a slender and mild-mannered man, with a Boston twang and a lively spring to his step. Everybody knew him all right: he was James Bryant Conant, the first...
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