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...partly the white-tie-and-tails image of the sport. "People may think it's a very elite, high-powered thing, but it's really a very open thing," Horn contends. Gone are the days when the Ted Turners of the world would hop into their boats, still tuxedo-clad, after an evening of nightclub-hopping; sailing is now a down-to-earth, serious sport. Unfortunately hot everyone realizes that, and the fall crop of freshmen can't compare to the turnout for "normal" sports such as football and basketball...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: Of Wind and the River: Look Homeward, Sailor | 11/21/1977 | See Source »

From the moment the seven-woman cast, clad in a brilliant spectrum of gowns, dashes energetically onstage, until the uplifting finale nearly two hours later, their continuously gripping performance lures the audience ever deeper into a complicated maze of cathartic emotions. Although the experiences that evoke these emotions are in many ways unique to blacks or women or black women, the universality of the feelings expressed enables the cast to transcend the dual barriers of race and sex and communicate not only with those who have been in similar positions, but also with those who never will...

Author: By Steven Schorr, | Title: A Special Spectrum | 11/19/1977 | See Source »

Austin-Healys and buxom blonde starlets do not impress John le Carre. The veteran British spy novelist writes fiction, not fantasy; the fast cars and bikini-clad counterspies that dominate the pleasantly foolish world of James Bond and Matt Helm have no-place in his books. To le Carre, the cloak-and-dagger game is really a business, and the men and women who work at it are hardly likely to decorate cinema marquees...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: Complimentary, My Dear leCarre | 11/15/1977 | See Source »

...uninspired. They are cramped by a script that demands they do little else but cultivate their gardens, whine about the natcher'l contrariness of young'uns and congratulate each other for manipulating their children into falling in love. We would like to laugh at these semi-competent parents, clad entirely in suburban plaids, but there is no one to whom they can play the foils, and the satire falls flat. Still, they do a fine job with their duets, singing and dancing with energy and precision...

Author: By Harry W. Printz, | Title: Kirkland to Enterprise | 11/2/1977 | See Source »

PROVDIENCE, R.I.--While figuring out how much change he owed a customer who had forked over $5 for a $1.97 purchase, the smock-clad counterman at The Butcher Shop on Elmgrove Street suddenly stopped and declared to a partisan Harvard audience here Saturday afternoon, "I've just got this feeling Brown's gonna lose...

Author: By Michael K. Savit, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Some Kind O' Evil Bruin in Providence | 10/31/1977 | See Source »

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