Word: bores
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Several clutch spikes were cracked by 6-ft. 5-in. Flo Hyman, 30, a member of the U.S. national team since 1975. In the oddest-sounding events, like the men's English match small-bore rifle competition (won by West Virginian Ed Etzel), the impression of a rout was confirmed. Where did the U.S. find Air Rifle Markswoman Pat Spurgin, or Greco-Roman Wrestlers Steve Fraser and Jeff Blatnick, or Cyclists Steve Hegg and Mark Gorski? All have won gold medals...
...Mitterrand's troubles, the Communist walkout bore all the signs of a craftily engineered blessing. Holding 285 of the 491 seats in the National Assembly, the Socialists do not need the Communists in order to stay in power. In one stroke, Mitterrand managed to boost his party's fortunes well before the legislative elections that must take place by June 1986, and to end an awkward situation in which the Communists were incessantly criticizing the very government of which they were a part. He decided to replace the genial but politically discredited Mauroy, 56, with a new leader...
Among the waves of mortarboards at commencements across the U.S. this year, several, as usual, bore signs and greetings. One at the University of California at Berkeley offered a proud-and significant-variation on the customary HI, MOM. It read: HI, I AM MOM. The message aptly symbolized the presence of older generations among 1984's 1.37 million graduates, Mario Savio, 41, a leader of the Free Speech Movement at Berkeley in 1964, finally earned a physics degree, summa cum laude, from San Francisco State University. At Lehman College of City University of New York, Joseph Lipner...
...that was before The Crash and the Great Depression that followed--and bore me in its wake. For me, Harvard was classes in the hallowed halls, chances to sample the well-honed observations of Kittredge, Lowes, Whitehead and Copeland. But it was also mile-long walks from my family home in North Cambridge, meals at a cafeteria in the Square, and long subway rides three times a week to my uncle's drugstore in South Boston, where I waited on customers two nights a week and all day on Sunday...
...graves of John and Robert Kennedy. Then, on a beautiful, sun-drenched afternoon, with the cars parked bumper to bumper along Chain Bridge Road, family and friends gathered. Babies squealed. Dogs tore around among the guests, bounding onto the furniture. Two Roman Catholic priests circulated among the people. Ethel bore up stoically. She spent much of her time with David's coffin in one room of the house. David's brothers were close to tears, but perhaps they remembered their grandfather's hard rule: "Kennedys...