Word: doored
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...since the gym has been dedicated, the college is having trouble deciding how to operate the facility. The committee charged with management of the gym was told three weeks ago that freshmen would have restricted use of the facilities. Some committee members at first interpreted the open door policy for freshmen as public relations for the spring House lottery. "There is some degree of attractiveness to inviting freshmen. It would provide a great drawing card for the lottery," commented Thomas A. Dingman, assistant dean of Harvard and chairman of the committee. Two weeks ago, Horner told the committee that maybe...
Outside the trailer a stocky man says that he's Bruce Maclaughlin, the instructor and jump master that will who will later on be the one who goes up in the plane with us and gives us the push out the door. Maclaughlin is as sharp-eyed and as brusque as a boot camp sergeant. He spreads his legs, arching and throwing his head back yelling, "ARCHTHOUSAND, TWO THOUSAND, THREE THOUSAND, FOUR THOUSAND, FIVE THOUSAND, SIX THOUSAND, LOOK" he looks to his left heel. "LOOK." He looks to a release on his right pelvis, "PULL". He pulls the release. "PUNCH...
...pilot sitting at the controls with a frayed Red Sox cap and a parachute. "Let's go," he yells. The jump master arranges us in a small Cessna with flaking paint. I sit next to the pilot, my back to the controls, staring out the window of the door through which I will soon exit. I watch as the plane rumbles down the runway, lifts and spirals over the center, the lakes, the large clumps and bands of trees and the long strings of high tension wires. The master standing at the door of the plane, straddles my legs, smiles...
...door whips open. The jump master leans out the door, the wind kneads his face, ripples slowly run from the base of his nose to the bottom of his chin. He smiles, a grotesque smile with the wind flapping his lips at a palpitating rate, the setting sun giving them an orange-red glow. "Step out," he says. I move one hand out the door but it is forced back inside by the wind. I try again, grasping onto the wing strut. I force my feet out on the step, the first and last step, pivot, face forward and raise...
Among the independents, personal fiefdoms continue, but with total votes down in almost every case, the barbarians are at the door. The effort among some independents to unite in the CCC was no real salve to their political wounds. And as Frisoli, who had the support of the old-line Frisoli-DiGuglielmo political clan proved, it is very, very difficult to carve out a new personal base...