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This is known among crewmen as "catching a crab," and is generally considered a fate worse than death, especially if it occurs during a race. Many time the effect of knifing in is not so devastating as described above, but even the slightest tendency toward this mistake will unbalance the boat and cause the oarsmen on the opposite side to "wash out," finishing their stroke with oars partly out of the water...
...college is swaying in the unwieldy ring," as Lowell reported it. A wreath of flowers was hung from one branch, and there were horse battles among the crowd to reach the wreath and tear out a handful of became more savage. Undergraduate organizations sent picked goon squads to crab the flowers, and the Tree Exercise "uniform" changed to old clothes and football outfits...
...hand spread out on the table. It lives - it is me . . . It is lying on its back. It shows me its fat belly. It looks like an animal turned upside down. The fingers are the paws. I amuse myself by moving them very rapidly, like the claws of a crab which has fallen on its back . . . I can't suppress it, nor can I suppress the rest of my body, the sweaty warmth which soils my shirt . . . If I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness...
Girls will learn that they are "dates" at Brown, but "drags" at Annapolis, that crew-cut Harvard men expect them to know what "catching a crab" means, and that at Dartmouth there are only three seasons: before, during and after winter. For girls on their way to Annapolis or West Point, Weekend gives full details on military protocol, and how to distinguish cadet first classmen by the stripes on their sleeves from the lowlier "cows" or "yearlings" (at the Point "You walk everywhere, spend your own money, and half the time you're not with your escort...
...regular user of the New Orleans Public Library is a woman who lives among the crab and shrimp fishermen near Lake Pontchartrain. Every two weeks, she hops aboard a bus, rides seven miles to the library, fills her shopping bag with books, and rides home again...