Word: ear
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Last ear Brown opened the season with a fluke loss to Weseleyan, then held prachtically every opponent scoreless the rest of the way. (Princeton didn't even get of a short.) Harvard played a magnificent game, probably its best of the last three years, but lost, again in the rain, 2-0. Fans are sill taking about the play that saved the game: a scissors kick by halfback Pat Migliore of a shot that had already gone over the Brown goalie...
Compare an imaginary middle-class Mr. U.S. in 1917 with his counterpart today. After breakfast cooked on a cast-iron stove, Mr. U.S. of 1917 wrapped himself against the early autumn chill, went out to his open Model T, hand-cranked the engine into ear-splitting action, and headed for the office at the blazing 15 m.p.h. demanded by the bumpy, unpaved road. Back at the house, his wife kneaded the dough for the day's bread, then took soap and dishcloth to wash the Mason jars in which she was about to preserve apple butter. When she hurried...
...PLACE TO DIE by Hugh Mulligan (Morrow, $5.95), a catalogue of the many different varieties of fighting in Viet Nam, are both correspondents' books depicting war's unvarnished nastiness. Both also recall the long stretches of inaction between horrors, and each author has an ear attuned to the incongruities, the horseplay and simple compassion of fighting men that explain why soldiers do not turn into professional killers once their day in the front line is done...
...Wherever death may surprise us, let it be welcome, provided that this, our battle cry, may have reached some receptive ear, and another hand may be extended to wield our weapons, and other men be ready to intone the funeral dirge with the staccato singing of the machineguns and new battle cries of war and victory...
...home. I is not a Northern town, though hippies in purple cloaks may cluster around the statue of Andrew Jackson in the middle of busy Jackson Square. Though that statue bears an inscription which reads, "The Union must be preserved"--an inscription which has to strike a Southern ear with painful irony--it is not a Northern town. It is not an All-American town, though bright, brassy Kwik-Cleen or Bunny Burger stands line the boulevard, as they do in every other American town. And it is not a European town though the street signs are in French...