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When the Coop begins its second century tomorrow, it celebrates a tradition of communal service, one that began in 1882 when Harvard students united to beat the high prices of textbooks and firewood. But ironically, the Coop of 1982 seems more a monopoly than a cooperative. Its vast expansion into Boston markets, in which few students participate, has helped deprive students of the membership control that was once a hallmark of the Coop...
...left my mobile team to go find food for myself. I was very hungry. I met two boys, and together we came upon a mass grave of 30 bodies. The Khmer Rouge soldiers found me. I told them that I had gone for firewood. But they punished me. They bound my hands to a bamboo stick behind my back. I was tied up without food for several days...
...Johnson abode on a 2,000-acre spread near Austin, Reagan's house on his 688-acre California ranch looks like a log cabin ("It is," protests Nancy). No central heat. No wine cellar. Two bedrooms. Three cattle. Six horses. Three McCulloch chain saws (for cutting firewood). One old Jeep. One decrepit tractor. (When a John Deere executive saw Reagan's tractor, he dispatched a salesman to make a deal. The President was told that for $58,000 and his old model, he could get the tractor of his dreams. "Forget it," Reagan answered...
...budget next week, he will behave like most governments and do essentially nothing. Moreover, he will do it for 28 days, as he rides Jeep and horse about his 688 craggy acres in the Santa Ynez Mountains, his Rancho del Cielo, 2,200 ft. into the cielo, splitting firewood, clearing brush, ogling stars. A pleasant image for the public to dwell on, but it also raises some questions and a bit of a stir: Is so long a holiday fitting and proper for a President, the leader of the free world? Can Washington survive without being the center of Government...
...OPPOSITE SIDE of the human spectrum from Manon hulks her retarded uncle, Guy (Germain Houde), a hideous brute of a man. He lives with Manon and Michelle, provides unwilling manual labor (the family sells firewood for a living), and is slobbering drunk most of the time. Guy's room exemplifies, in miniature, the unobtrusive excellence of the film: decorated with Playboy pin-up posters, invariably the squalid cubicle provides graphic regurgitative evidence of excessive drinking the previous night and hosts a snoring half-dressed lout who obviously never has come within 75 feet of a naked woman. Houde plays...