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...signs next month Section 504 of the Rehabilitation Act of 1973. The law would require institutions, including educational ones, which receive federal funds to make all of their programs accessible. The amendment "would have a really sweeping effect on the right to services for the handicapped," according to Cheryl Davis, a planner in Massachusetts' Department of Community Affairs and a Loeb Fellow at the Graduate School of Design. At Harvard, one such effect would be to relieve the administration of the decision to create a coordinator's post, making it mandatory. Davis explains that Harvard would not need to make...
...threw back her pretty head. The maid brought it back to her. "And now I shall read to you. Chloe," she called, ringing a dainty cow-bell, "le livre!" "Wit' bacon and onions?" Chloe asked liltingly as she stomped out her stogie with the toe of her Converse. Cheryl laughed and threw back her head once more; Chloe double-dribbled it across the room, faked to me, made a lay-up and returned to Cheryl on the rebound. "I oughta wring your neck!" my delighted hostess cried. "I've always relied on da kindness of stranglers," Chloe riposted...
...Cheryl waited she pulled her atomizer and liberally applied the vapor to her atmosphere. "Eau du gorille," she smiled. "Gotta keep myself natural." Chloe arrived presently with the book and Cheryl grabbed it, digits atremble. She beamed ably, "Blue Skies, No Candy." She looked up at her chained Kong. "Heavy, huh? Oh bummer, I lost my place. Here we are. Chapter One. 'Am I rushing things...beginning the scene in bed? I cannot resist. Bed is where I'm making it these days, friends, and sometimes it seems I'm only limping along elsewhere. Of course no one would ever...
...croak, I begged Cheryl to read me the sports page of the New York Post. "please, my sweet. Just five minutes of Maury Allen...
...fellow with two quarts regular, four skim and a pint of buttermilk. In the ensuing tumble they made a gallon of egg nog and two ice cream bricks. Another result of the wrangle was a fine little boy who was born speaking high-school French. For respectability's sake Cheryl has always tried to claim that I was in some way responsible for little Andre's occurrence, but I know this to be a falsehood. For one thing, no one in my family has ever been interested in picking up empties on Mondays and Thursdays. Besides that, I've been...