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Stocks, intangible bits of Harvard's unfathomable wealth, occupy a distant realm for students preoccupied with classes, activites and social life. But the administration, elitism and prejudice on campus influence our daily lives...
...first Nightmare, written and directed by Wes Craven, was a supple, evocative parable of vulnerability and triumph. Nancy Thompson (the splendid Heather Langenkamp) is isolated in adolescence. Her divorced parents are drunk or too distant; her friends are too weak to save themselves or her. So as in Psycho and Halloween, a young woman must act alone against evil. No man can defeat this creature with his strength; she must face him with her brains and purity. "These pictures are boot camps for the psyche," Craven says. "The only choice is to act or die. They are about kids' accepting...
...wealthiest citizens, Robert Hearin has moved quietly through his 71 years. The reclusive executive has amassed a fortune worth $200 million in oil and gas development as well as banking and insurance. To neighbors in the elegant Jackson suburb of Woodland Hills, "Big Bob" and his wife Annie were distant figures. But five weeks ago, Annie Hearin, 72, disappeared, the victim of a bizarre revenge...
Goodwin's case is built on Johnson's obsession that the world was being swept by Communists. L.B.J.'s enemies of all stripes included not only guerrilla leaders in distant countries but "those Kennedys" or "those Harvards." According to Goodwin, Johnson once told him, " 'You know, Dick, the Communists are taking over the country. Look here,' and he lifted a manila folder from his desk. 'It's Teddy White's FBI file. He's a Communist sympathizer.' " At another time: "The Communists already control the three major networks and the 40 major outlets of communication." Thus, by Goodwin's account...
Even with its charming "postage-stamp" hole, aced by Gene Sarazen at the age of 71, Troon is more distant, dim, vague, gray, dreamy and melancholy, much closer to the mind's impression of moors and mires. It resembles a battleground that is really a testing ground, bumpy and full of bad breaks. Like youth, the longest shots start to go a little awry, until, like hope, they disappear entirely into the darkness of the day. "Unrecoverable," say the caddies without irony, over and over. "Unrecoverable." On the moonlit night, the golf-course hotel might be Baskerville Hall. From...