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Soul Talk Regarding your article on Black English [Aug. 20]: As a radioman in the Coast Guard, I must be articulate in use of standard English language, but when I go home to Bed-Stuy I tend to use "been gone" and "maf work." My point being, don't knock it, man, till ya tried...
...crime and trial in the history of the federal courts, a jury in Raleigh, N.C., listened to an altogether different story. MacDonald, prosecutors said, had flown into a rage during an argument with Colette and beaten and stabbed her and Kimberly. Then he cold-bloodedly stabbed Kristen in her bed. To hide his crimes, the prosecution charged, MacDonald wrote "Pig" in Colette's blood on the headboard of a bed and then stabbed himself. Last week the jury found MacDonald guilty of second-degree murder in the slayings of Colette and Kimberly, and of first-degree murder...
...program. In the past twelve years, his Jari Forestry and Agricultural Enterprises has invested some $780 million, of which $520 million came directly from Ludwig's resources. He has carved from the rain forest four towns (the largest of which is Monte Dourado), as well as an 85-bed hospital, four schools, 4,500 miles of roads and trails, a 26-mile railroad, and three small airports. The project has attracted so many job seekers, peddlers and hangers-on that the population of the area has surged from almost nothing...
Adams' house, like most middle-class homes before the dawn of stereo, had an upright piano, and Adams practiced on it assiduously. By 14, endowed with a nearly perfect memory, he could take a score to bed with him, study it, and play it in the morning. His teacher was a very Prussian octogenarian named Frederick Zech, formerly professor of music at the conservatory in Potsdam. "He was a great disciplinarian," recalls the pupil. "He turned me from a Sloppy Joe into a good technician. If it hadn't been for that, I don't know what would have taken...
...movie mostly about pain-the god-awful physical consequences of playing professional football for a living. It is about the sport's normal bruising, which can render a fit young stud so lame that it is agony for him to roll out of bed the morning after a game. But more important, it is about pain at the abnormal levels, about the anesthetizing pills the guys pop to endure daily practice, and the even more dangerous stuff they receive in shots on game day so they can play hurt. The film is also about what living this way does...