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A Princeton Man, yes. You could hardly miss him. Tweeds and a good pipe and that sort of thing. He's handsome in an orthodox manner-- looks a bit like a collegiate clothes-model in Esquire. Fresh, the lady novelists would call him. He likes week-ends and New York, gets sentimental over the Tiger and a glass of beer.
"You Can't Tell a Harvard Man" Harvard Crimson - 9/26/39
(Esquire, September 1938) Permanent Style: Big-scale tweeds and the right cap