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...THIS AGE of belt-tightening, Harvard University is facing the same stringent budget constraints as most honest American citizens...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: $ome $imple $ugge$tion$ | 11/21/1991 | See Source »

...clothes are well-made, simple, conservative, casual and inexpensive--no neon, no garish patterns that you can't adjust to in a few minutes, a few stripes, plaids in shorts, maybe a funky belt or snazzy pair of socks, but nothing that would ever seem threatening to a high school principal. Gapified clothes are crisp twill pants, slightly tapered jeans, solidcolor turtlenecks, soft button-down shirts in softer colors. You know what they are. You are wearing some...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The GAPification of America | 11/12/1991 | See Source »

Spradlin operates a shuttle car, ferrying four tons of coal from the face of the mine to a conveyor belt. The monotony of the job is numbing. "It's like a yo-yo, all day, back and forth, all day," he says. Sometimes he is two miles within the mountain. Often he kneels in mud and water. He has worked in low- seam coal, a claustrophobic 29 inches from the mine floor to the roof. To eat his dinner, he has had to lie on his back. To relieve himself, he squats in one of the myriad byways. When...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Labor The Curse of Coal | 11/4/1991 | See Source »

After sending the Elis home with a loss under their belt two Saturdays ago, Harvard's field hockey team anticipated a similar victory over the Big Red last Saturday...

Author: By Deirdre Mcevoy, | Title: Big Red Blanks Stickwomen | 10/21/1991 | See Source »

Just so. Do-it-yourselfers, it is now recognized, are not morally stunted; we are merely ill. Our hands tremble as we pass a display of belt sanders in a hardware store. If this sounds exaggerated, consider Owen's passionate discussion of "The Joy of Joint Compound." He writes that "once, when I was resurfacing the ceiling of my daughter's bedroom, I stepped down from the stool on which I had been standing and into an open bucket of joint compound. The smooth white material felt cool and luxurious against my foot, which, as luck would have...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: If You Had A Hammer | 10/21/1991 | See Source »

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