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...father always says 'Life is not a perpetual orgasm,' to which I reply 'Crap,'" said a Cliffie...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Conspiracy Tells Students to Find Joy Of Learning | 3/25/1969 | See Source »

...story. At the same time, as barriers to obscenity are lowered, the words will inevitably be robbed of their shock value. If Charles de Gaulle were regularly quoted using foul language, who would have understood the depth of his rage when he used the term chienlit (literally, "crap in bed") in referring to last spring's student-worker uprising? "As one who savors a good obscenity," says Roy M. Fisher, editor of the Chicago Daily News, "I would hate to see it cheapened by overexposure...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: How to Deal with Four-Letter Words | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

...about 40 people" and he'd have to ask about 40 people" and never came to any decision. BAD got clearance that summer ('66) from the Summer School dean. "Watson never gave us any clear-cut method of getting compliance," Lewis said. "Considering how much of the crap generated by Harvard students is distributed on other campuses, if Harvard's own rules were enforced against her by these schools about 80 per cent of projects put on by Harvard would go out of business...

Author: By Carol R. Sternhell, | Title: Making It on Boylston Street | 2/21/1969 | See Source »

...horrors, though, the traditional road, as it is loved and hated, will probably survive as long as Broadway theatre does. No matter how much he has lost early in the evening, the gambler will stay at the crap game until he has blown his last buck. And, like the gambler at the casino, the producer will grab at every last chance he can get to recoup his losses. Each day on the road is another last chance

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: Doing It 'On the Road' . . . to Broadway, that is | 2/7/1969 | See Source »

...Peanuts homilies. The kids didn't dance but twitched spasmodically on their way to the bar--once three or four of them went out into the street in the comforting warmth of the Florida night and danced deliberately. "You want to hear some good music--not all this crap," the girl barked, turning on Frank Sinatra, greeted by the others as if he were a Bob Dylan piercing the night like a prophet. "Cheri," "Spanish Eyes," a strikingly syncopated version of "Three Coins." Strange to tell it was the most beautiful music session I have experienced in a long time...

Author: By Salahuddin I. Imam, | Title: The Miami Pop Festival: Silver Linings Galore in the Faint Cloud Over Rock | 1/22/1969 | See Source »

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