Search Details

Word: clauses (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

Timothy J. McGinn ’06 is a social studies concentrator in Quincy House. He has never fully recovered from the theft of the bicycle Santa Claus gifted him when he was eight years...

Author: By Timothy J. Mcginn, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Virgin No More | 10/14/2004 | See Source »

...Santa Claus is a Democrat, God is a Republican,” he quips. The Democrats “make people dependent on the government. The system works best when it’s left to itself...

Author: By Michael M. Grynbaum, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: For Local Writer, Literature Leads to Politics | 4/28/2004 | See Source »

...digress. (My apologies.) Here’s the deal: there is no such thing as the “general public.” It’s a fiction, a fatuous farce, as much as the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus and weapons of mass destruction in Iraq. But just because these things don’t exist doesn’t mean that they aren’t incredibly powerful rallying points. Santa Claus almost single-handedly incites massive consumerist frenzies during the holiday season. Likewise, polls and their “general public” do as much...

Author: By Christopher W. Snyder, WRIT SMALL | Title: The Tyranny of the Poll | 4/23/2004 | See Source »

...DIED. CLAUS JOSEF RIEDEL, 79, Czech-born glassmaker who, as president of his family's 248-year-old glassware company, discovered that the design of a glass could enhance the flavor of wine; of a heart attack; in Genoa, Italy. He took control of the family business in 1957 and spent the next 16 years studying how the shape of a glass could direct wine to specific areas of the tongue. "Aesthetics and excellence are my criteria, not mere convenience," he said of his collection, which grew to six lines of glasses ranging from thimble to fishbowl...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones Apr. 5, 2004 | 4/5/2004 | See Source »

...brother--a child who still believes he will hear during the night "the prancing and pawing of each little hoof" when Santa's sleigh clatters across the roof. My expression is different. I am snagged on the outer edge of childhood--old enough to know there is no Santa Claus and clearly already practicing that disdainful attitude which, in a few more years, I would turn into an art form. You can imagine my father reading the story in a fresh, expressive cadence, the way parents do even though they have read it so often they've committed the lines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Too Hip for the Holidays | 12/22/2003 | See Source »

Previous | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 | 26 | 27 | 28 | 29 | 30 | 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 | 36 | 37 | Next