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Maybe it was the beautiful, sunny afternoon of the first day of autumn. Or maybe it was the hint of change of colors in the leaves. Either way, the lack of Harvard synchronization resulted in the end of its three game-winning streak, as the men’s soccer team’s fell to Vermont...
...later he was conscripted, becoming a tank engineer on the Russian front. Gunhild was born the next year, and on hearing of the birth of his son in April 1944, he wrote to his wife: "I am glad for you that this time it's a boy. In the autumn, I am coming home." Fritz Schröder never came home, and never met his newborn son. On Oct. 4, 1944, two months after Romania declared war on Germany, he was killed, reportedly by a Katyusha rocket, while fighting in a bunker just south of Ceanu Mare. Anica...
...Zhang Ziyi provides the beating heart of Daggers. The impetuous girl of Crouching Tiger has grown up. She can emote, even if the sources of those emotions arise from a script that too often veers into the cartoonish. Zhang outshines the green groves of bamboo, the autumn leaves falling, all the beauty of China. (And parts of Ukraine, where some of the film was shot for want of an actual unspoiled Chinese forest.) As Zhang Ziyi matures, some might say her director is regressing. Perhaps the red lantern won't be raised again, and maybe China's aspiring serious moviemakers...
John Kerry is trying to be helpful, but it just isn't working. The topic is tough decisions he has made, specifically the grueling series of choices forced upon him last autumn, when his campaign was sinking fast. Kerry is sitting in a blue leather swivel chair in the front cabin of his spiffy new campaign plane. He is wearing a blinding white shirt and a soft pink tie, and he leans forward intently, elbows on knees. But he doesn't really want to talk about this. "It's just a process," he says, at one point, of his decision...
...living further south than anyone else then on the planet. Today this cave entrance looks west over a gully choked with soaring swamp gums and mottled dogwood trees, fallen logs and bark rotting at their feet under a damp smothering of moss, red mushrooms and the thick mulch of autumn's deluge of leaves. But if this art does date to the last Ice Age, its guardians - their bodies probably rubbed with a mixture of ocher and animal fat against the cold - would have looked out on a much barer world. Until, that is, the climate warmed and dense rainforest...