Word: fannings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...usual emotional atmosphere. Those rowdy B.U. undergrads, unable to secure free admission since the Crimson was the home team, didn't turn out to deliver their obstrusive commentary of the character of Harvard University. Only a brief outburst of "C'mon, rip his eyes out," by one Crimson fan brought back memories of the good old days...
Even the most knowledgeable American pop-music fan would be hard pressed to identify Dean Reed. But in the Soviet Union, the Denver-born country-and-western singer is more popular than Frank Sinatra. His frequent concert tours of Communist countries draw S.R.O. crowds; his songs, which frequently blend Marxist-inspired lyrics with twanging strains of the Nashville sound (one big hit: War Goes On), sell in the millions. Last week the 40-year-old singer gained a new notoriety in his homeland; he turned up as the focus of the Kremlin's latest effort to get back...
...first burst of cheering over Jimmy Carter's save-the-dollar program, some football-fan bankers compared the President to a quarterback who had thrown a spectacular pass from his own 1-yd. line for a touchdown. Last week it became evident that the quick score only got the Carter Comets back into a game that had been turning into a rout. To win, Carter must now call signals effectively for a long, grind-it-out-on-the-ground drive against the awesome defense of the Inflation Bears...
...rough-and-ready world of prizefighting, Gene Tunney was unique. Self-educated and fiercely proud, he remained determinedly aloof from the Damon Runyon characters of the sport's golden age. George Bernard Shaw, an avid fight fan, was more to Tunney's taste, despite the fact that the heavyweight refused an offer to appear in Shaw's boxing play, Cashel Byron's Profession. He believed that the playwright had portrayed fighters as simple and dimwitted, and Gene Tunney was neither...
Home-stretch time, gang. This is the end of column season ("Yippee!" says the president of the Francis Rosa Fan Club) and my desk must be cleaned out before I'm able to hitch a ride on the next zamboni toward the new hockey campaign...