Word: birdness
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Students within the department said that they are also bothered by the University's attitude toward Afro-American Studies. Louis E. Bird '80, an Afro-American Studies concentrator, said last week, "The reason that Afro is on the brink is that the University sees Afro as a thorn in its side...
WITH ONLY a year and nine months to go before election day, the 1980 Presidential races are heating up. As surely as a bird flying north marks spring, or the sounds of Mr. Test floating down Mem Hall mark exam period, the posturing, the hand-shaking, the favor-doing, the responsible-statesman tone of voice, the fund-raising, the denial of candidacy mark running for office. This year's field of contenders is even more of a National Lampoon parody than usual. Take the rerun of the '76 Republican dogfight (elephant fight?), for example, only this time Old Ronald McDonald...
...Like a bird searching for scraps of food, the little Cessna circled lazily over the green hillsides. Below, everything looked peaceful. The one thatched hut nestled in a clearing appeared deserted. This was remote Guajira province in northern Colombia, which stretches from the Caribbean up into the rugged hills and ravines of the Sierra Nevada de Santa Marta. Suddenly three shots rang out, reported TIME Correspondent Donald Neff. His Cessna twisted into a steep climb and fled to safety...
...DAYS swing onward, galumph-galumph, students leap from their carrels out into the snowless Yard ("I am not a prodigious leaper, I am a bird"). Lights burn late in House rooms ("Look at it this way, Silas, Louis Quinze is to the Pompadour as you are to..."). Some seek recourse to the warm reassurance of love not dependent on academic achievement ("Sally, if I were stupid would you still love me the way I love you?"). Others seek recourse to the warm reassurance of physical exhilaration independent of academic achievement ("I'm not going to get out of shape this...
Then, somehow I am not with them. I am in the sky, flying, watching them go . . . I see myself as bird, with them, flying, up behind Alfonso and Birdie. I know I will be with them wherever they go. I watch from my place in the sky as they, we, become small spots getting smaller until there is only...