Word: fairings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...RRRRoyce Shaw will make twopence of Tupenny." Jimmy Fair, lecturer-philosopher-trainer, was leaning over the back of my seat from the seat behind me, rolling out "RRRRRoyce Shaw" 's and predictions as the bus rumbled through one of the less scenic parts of New York City last Friday. The freshman and varsity cross-country teams were on their way to the big dual meet of the season- with Penn and boy wonder Julio Piazza. Mr. Fair was impressed by his new little witticism, and he repeated it four or five times to make sure everyone heard...
...next half-hour sitting still with a good view of the Hudson River and the trash along the banks. Breath-taking. But the inside of the bus was really stale. Here we were sitting in the middle of traffic with foul air hanging all over the bus- and Mr. Fair had stopped talking. The thought of running a big race had to be the most disgusting idea to these guys. I was worried...
...instamatic, snapping artsy-craftsy pictures of jocks as the big moment approached. After Penn returned to the starting area. I found out who Julio was and started taking shots of Tupenny and Julio, standing together in the field. "Colburn is going to psyche them out." It was Mr. Fair, looking Irish, looking vindictive. I think he was pretty mad that Penn all of a sudden thought it could give Harvard's cross-country team some trouble...
...looked as if we were doing well. Julio baby was gliding along out of sight, but the rest was Harvard. With about three-quarters or half a mile to go. McCurdy turned to me and smiled. "Well, teamwise, its over." It was great, but what of Mr. Fair's predictions about Shaw? Then he started coming. Shaw had recently passed Stevens of Penn and was now closing on a group of three Quakers. He walked by two of them before the finish, and it seemed he had made twopence of Tupenny, although people like Colburn. Heyburn, Koerner, and Spengler probably...
...legend of the Harvard cross-country team. Mr. Fair, McCurdy, and freshman coach Pappy Hunt rolled on with Penn behind. They have an awful lot of fun, which may seem strange for a cross-country team. You'd probably expect them to be pain machines with that no-nonsense attitude. But they've come to realize how good they are, something I'm sure they've always suspected. They were winners in high school, and after just a short time here figured out that they were the closest thing to unbeatable around. You can't help but realize they...