Word: bowe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Interested students should apply for the summer field studies program as soon as possible before December 1 at Professor's office, 9 Bow St. All undergraduates with a demonstrable serious interest in some aspect of Latin American studies, international relations, or the sciences may apply. Applicants need not be anthropology majors; those accepted are expected to learn Spanish or Portuguese on their own during the Spring Term. Scholarships are available. Undergraduates from Cornell, Columbia, Illinois also participate in the three- month program under the guidance of professional anthropologists...
...Albania at week's end was sounding more and more like the voice of the opposition. From Tirana, the Albanian radio sneered at Khrushchev as an "anti-Marxist" and a "splitter" of Communist unity. The radio crowed: "We shall win because we are not alone. Albania will not bow before the attacks, calumnies or pressures of Khrushchev and his followers...
...children come from families in which there is neither father nor stepfather. Almost all their homes lack books and newspapers. Young girls say that their "biggest problem" is to get home without being molested by men. Teachers struggle "tenaciously and bravely" against the adversities of home and street, but bow before the realities. They assign no homework because it is an impossibility in filthy, noisy tenements. They teach no foreign languages in junior high school because half of their pupils hardly know English-they read at sixth-grade level or below. Their immediate task is to prod sleeping children...
...suppose a man trained to "respond instantly to stimuli, such as a command" (to bow and yell "Airborne" to a shout of "Hit it") is already partially dead...
...singer he really is not. His is a voice that is not a voice in the musical sense of the word. His singing is not a flow of melody, but a strange string of sounds that are sometimes shrill, sometimes whining, sometimes rasping, like the sound of a cello bow scratching an unwilling string, but most often pitched in a vibrant falsetto of unworldly intensity. It is not the sort of voice that one instantly enjoys. It most definitely has to grow on the listener...