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...milking helped out, each giving one kiss, real and chocolate, to a pleasantly surprised (male) Santee. And Kevin J. Dolsky '88 said his roommate received a backrub as a gift. "And we got to watch," he added. Some of the other gifts found on campus included a bag of coal and a stash of animal crackers and condoms...
...gross national sports product (GNSP). The New York City- based magazine says Americans last year sank $47.25 billion, or more than 1% of total GNP, into sports. That puts sports just below the $49.5 billion motor vehicles industry but well ahead of the $38.9 billion U.S. petroleum and coal business. The GNSP includes estimates of spending on legal sports betting ($2.7 billion), ski lessons, rentals and lift tickets ($1.13 billion) and purchases of baseball and other trading cards ($200 million...
...around us there was this twisted mass of wreckage and tons of coal spread around. And then there was this lady's shoe. It was incredible, just haunting." That was the way Doug Llewelyn, an executive producer for Los Angeles-based Westgate Productions, described what it was like to view the sunken wreck of the ocean liner Titanic at first hand. Recalls Yann Keranflech, a member of the $2.5 million French expedition that last summer salvaged some 800 artifacts from the wreck: "You think about the victims. If you find a pair of shoes or a suitcase, you ask yourself...
...poet's canon has the power to irk or alarm this woman, currently an editor for the Wheeling News-Register. "No, because I know all that happened," she says simply. "We were not intellectuals," Van Horne cautions when quizzed about Wright's near total early obscurity. "We were a coal- mining and a steel-mill town. That's where the boys went: they went to the mills or into the mines. I just don't think there was the understanding" -- this with an amused grimace -- "of what had been spawned in our little town...
Raised in the shadow of the steel mills, James Wright kept circling back to Martins Ferry in his imagination, starved for more. He resembled "a flower in a coal heap," in the words of his biographer, and suffered cruelly in the small, tough town where he was born. But Wright gave as good as he got. One poem about the rumored demise of a whorehouse in Wheeling depicts a throng of women swinging their purses as they pour into the river at dusk. What the heck is going on? the poet innocently wonders...