Word: bucks
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...idea of writing about examinations has appealed to many of the University's best-known and most articulate professors. Paul Buck, who was Dean of the Faculty under President Conant, is writing an introduction on the history of exams at Harvard. Franklin Ford, the present Dean, will also be a contributor, along with Stanley Hoffmann, Gerald Holton, George Goethals, Mrs. Bunting, David Reisman, Sanford Lakoff, Sam Beer, Oscar Handlin, John Monro, and others. The finished essays should be before the CEP by Christmas and will be reviewed by the full Faculty sometime during the spring...
AUTOS. Though U.S. trucks and autos are mightily admired abroad, they must buck tariffs averaging 16.6% worldwide. The Commerce Department estimates that elimination of trade barriers could boost the U.S.'s annual auto exports of $1.3 billion by another billion...
...Farina to design autos that would sell better on the Continent. Harriman has also tailored his autos to continental tastes in less visible ways, e.g., learning that Germans like slow-revving engines, he heightened the gear ratios on the cars that he sent to Germany. Result: though B.M.C. must buck steep tariff walls so long as Britain is not a member of the Common Market, its exports to the Continent are running twice as high as they were a year ago, now exceed its sales...
...king of the celluloid range, a homely Nebraska cowboy who thrilled three decades of moviegoers, starting out in 1910 as a $20-a-week stunt man and going on to become one of horse opera's Big Five (the others: Torn Mix, William S. Hart, Harry Carey, Buck Jones) in the 1920s and '30s, earning $14,500 a week at the peak of his career, and letting it slip through his fingers like quicksilver until in his last years he was almost broke; of cancer; in Woodland Hills, Calif...
...outside identified it as a hotel, the Cavendish was no place for the unsuspecting tourist. Most strangers who ventured into the dim, cluttered lobby at 82 Jermyn Street were sternly told to try elsewhere. Others, if they were lucky enough to remind the proprietress of some long-vanished Victorian buck or Bostonian pooh-bah, would be clasped to her shapely bosom and regaled with surrealistic reminiscences about old Lord Droopy Drawers and Lady You-Know-'Oo, or "the time we went to Ireland on roller skates...