While the smoke of musketry wreathed Bunker Hill,* a young man sat working in a library a few miles away. Two days later, he confessed to his diary that "amid all the terrors of battle, I was so busily engaged in Harvard Library that I never even heard of the engagement . . . until it was completed." Last week summer students, hunched over tables in the isolated quiet of Harvard's Widener reading room, were equally oblivious to the roar outside the windows. The roar came from bulldozers, hollowing out the foundation for a new and surprisingly modernistic annex (see cut)...
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