Word: boyness
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...even waist-high, pointing at Summers.When the child, four-year old James Corcoran, made his way to the front of the line, he was rewarded with plenty of attention.“To James,” Summers said, reading aloud a message he had written down for the boy. “Study. And come take my class in 10 years.” The former president, saying that he wished to test his strength, then asked Corcoran if he wanted to be lifted into the air. Soon James’ feet were dangling in the vicinity of Summers?...
...This strategy was never stretched to its limits until 2004, however, when a blue-blooded Yale graduate and oil executive who pulled strings to duck Vietnam was cast as the anti-elitist, the living, breathing Good Ol’ Boy to John Kerry’s pharaonic mummy. A September poll that year showed that—war be damned—nearly 60 percent of undecided voters would prefer having a beer with Bush. Pundits pounced, and Republican staffers rejoiced: The plan had worked...
After three years of playing second skipper on the Harvard sailing team, senior Kyle Kovacs finally got a chance to step into the spotlight. And boy, did he shine. The former captain of the Crimson squad racked up honor after honor in his final season, capping the fall campaign with a victory at the NEISA Singlehanded Championship. With the departure of his longtime training partner Clay Johnson ’07, a four-time winner of the NEISA singlehanded event, Kovacs stepped up admirably and kept the title in Cambridge for the ninth straight year...
...James,” Summers said, reading aloud a message he had written down for the boy. “Study. And come take my class in 10 years.” The former president, saying that he wished to test his strength, then asked Corcoran if he wanted to be lifted into the air. Soon James' feet were dangling in the vicinity of Summers' shoulders...
...roped-off minefield - then, suddenly, he freezes in his tracks, sniffing the air. After a concentrated pause, he scratches vigorously at the ground, a signal to his handler, Shirima Vendeline Emmanuel, who stands in a safe zone a few yards away that he has found a landmine. "Good boy, Samo," shouts Emmanuel, as he scampers over to receive his reward - a banana. Samo is not some exploited child-soldier, however; he is a bristly giant Gambian pouched...