Word: dan
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only bright spots for the Crimson were Pete Adams' win in the 1,000 meter freestyle, Marty Chalfie's victory in the 200-meter fly, and Dan Thompson's second place in the 200 Individual Medley. The only other Harvard win came in the final event, the 400-meter freestyle relay after Dartmouth had already clinched the meet...
...conductor was as capable of holding his ensemble back as bringing them out. The tenor aria in "Herr, gehe nicht ins Gericht" (BWV 105) contains many rapid sixteenth-note passages in the instrumental parts. Tenor Karl Dan Sorensen displayed a voice that was light, supple and unforced, but nonetheless somewhat diminutive--potentially something of a problem in Sanders Theatre. But Kirchner kept the instrumentalists down to a virtuosic pianissimo, and in spite of the busyness of the parts and his own brisk tempo, the aria was a model of balance and clarity...
Showing life only in the first period, the Crimson pressed the game on B.C. ice for most of the frame and built up a two goal advantage. Dan DeMichele tallied on a set up by Joe Cavanagh, and Joel Baumgartner scored near the end of play on a pass from Lincoln Holmes...
...what should be a "darn close game," according to Coach Gene Kinasewich, Harvard will keep to its forechecking strategy. Captain Bruce Durno will start in the nets, and the first line of center Joe Cavanagh, the team's top scorer, and wings Dan DeMichele and Steve Owen will begin the attack for the Crimson...
...JEWISH MOTHER culls some of the feebler witticisms from Dan Greenburg's fitfully satiric guidebook and further dilutes them with a few primitive racial clichés. Veteran Comedienne Molly Picon clucks and coos authentically, but Bubi, her baby, is, of all people, hulking Negro Comic Godfrey Cambridge (brought in, he says, because "there aren't too many Negro theater parties"). Some things in the book did strike home; yet Seymour Vall's two-character revue is nothing but the schlock of recognition...