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...Arkansas junior forward Treva Christensen intercepted a sloppy Hawaii pass; the turnover turned into a bucket by sophomore forward Karyn Karlin for a 73-68 lead with...

Author: By Jamal K. Greene, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: BASKETBALL NOTEBOOK | 3/16/1998 | See Source »

...more complicated than rescuing an auto factory. With half a dozen of China's neighbors financially shipwrecked, Zhu must steer China's 1.2 billion people through some dangerous political and economic shoals. Among his most immediate problems: repairing a chaotic and bankrupt financial system, closing thousands of rust-bucket factories useful only for soaking up excess labor, and stemming rising unemployment and social unrest, which recently exploded in a fatal bomb blast in the industrial city of Wuhan...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Can This Man Fix China? | 3/16/1998 | See Source »

...magazine articles and government classes. We pick them up for a few months, use them, talk about them, wait for William Safire to tell us where they came from, and move on. "Identity politics" is one of these phrases. But unlike political correctness, identity politics refuses to kick the bucket just...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Stayin' Alive | 3/12/1998 | See Source »

...with their athletic directors and university presidents and the commissioner. Then they checked with the previous record holder for UConn, Kerry Bascom-Poliquim, who gave her blessing. There's more. Right before the game, UConn's Kelley Hunt claimed a stomachache and was replaced by Sales; after the redemptive bucket, Hunt felt better and re-entered the game, thanks to the winking acquiescence of the refs. Peace in Iraq was accomplished with fewer people...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Shooting Like A Girl? | 3/9/1998 | See Source »

...wasn't too long before the inadequacies of my amateurish style became evident. Given a very large bucket, I might have been able to carry a tune, but usually my singing sounded more like the call of a tomcat on the prowl. My guitar playing was similarly sub-standard, though most wouldn't be able to tell through the jangling of six crudely-tuned strings. And, finally, my harmonica playing--which I'd been toying with for a longer time--was more than enough to set the dog howling in pain and my little brother storming to my room...

Author: By T.j. Kelleher, | Title: Like a Rolling Stone | 3/5/1998 | See Source »

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