In subways, on buses and commuting trains, straphangers accustomed to hiding behind the pages of newspapers peered uncomfortably across the aisles at the naked faces they had not looked at in years. "I'll give you a good example of how much I miss the newspapers," said one Manhattanite. "This week a friend of mine died and was buried before I heard a thing about it."
Enterprising editors of the Harvard Crimson and Yale Daily News saw their chance, hustled down to New York City by car with thousands of copies of their papers and gave them away free "at representative places—the Harvard...
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