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Dear Mr. Buckley:

On a recent afternoon stroll across my college campus, I happened across a curious sight in the main courtyard. Occupying the north side of the lawn was an antiwar demonstration, made up mostly of greying fortysomething professors. Although we are well into 1991, the antiwar rally had all the look of 1969. One suspicious-looking character even bragged to me he was wearing the same shirt he wore to Woodstock (I believe him also, for the shirt had that special three-days-in-the-mud aroma).

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William F. Buckley Jr.

Dear Mr. Buckley:

On a recent afternoon stroll across my college campus, I happened across a curious sight in the main courtyard. Occupying the north side of the lawn was an antiwar demonstration, made up mostly of greying fortysomething professors. Although we are well into 1991, the antiwar rally had all the look of 1969. One suspicious-looking character even bragged to me he was wearing the same shirt he wore to Woodstock (I believe him also, for the shirt had that special three-days-in-the-mud aroma).