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...yard line, fund-raisers from the class of 1947 sit together on the fifty. But here it is not class against class; it is Harvard against Yale. With all the ferocity of rivals who are more alike than dissimiliar, the fans exhort their team to demolish the oppostion. They chant cheers as refined as "Fair Harvard" or "Bingo, bingo, that's the lingo" (written by Cole Porter, Yale '13), and as unrefined as "A quart is two pints, a gallon is four quarts; Harvard men will eat Yale's shorts." While on the field the men of Yale and Harvard...
...Spanish Saharan border 21 miles to the south -the "go" signal may be given this week -bejeweled women and turbaned men formed semicircles around dervishes who whirled to the beat of tambourines and clapping hands. Younger marchers, sporting mirror sunglasses and carrying transistor radios, kept up a steady chant of "the Sahara belongs to us" and "the Sahara is Moroccan...
...There was bulbous Premier Suleyman Demirel, 51, speaking to a partisan crowd of 70,000 in Istanbul's Taksim Square and denouncing opposition leaders as "dangerous coddlers of Communism and anarchy. To vote for such people is a sin, sin, sin." His supporters roared back the ancient Ottoman chant: "Suleyman the Magnificent...
...Theatrical and flamboyant, he is described by one observer as an "ebullient, mischievous man with a flair for outrageous statements," and by another as "the only one [in the troika] who's got balls." Saraiva de Carvalho is popularly known by his first name -or, as adoring crowds chant it, "O-tell-u." His power base is COPCON, the 70,000-member military force that after the revolution assumed responsibility for public peace from the discredited Caetano police. His command of COPCON has made Saraiva de Carvalho the fastest rising star in Portugal. Still, he has his detractors...
...usual with Altman, it depends on what the color of your glasses is at the time. Either "It Don't Worry Me" is a stirring cry of survival, or the horrible chant of a wired mass for whom murder doesn't matter. Or a million other things, but the cookbook crowd tried frantically to answer this question, because the only anchor they could find in this plotless, characterless, messageless mass was that Nashville was about "America." America is very big this summer, maybe, but it's a frustrating theme for people accustomed to motion pictures telling them what to think...