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...real undoing of the linksters, however, was the Yale greens, which were akin to thread-bare Gobelin tapestries. While dining at D'Andrea's restaurant after the debacle, Fitzgibbons rapped his fist down in the midst of practicing wedge shots with his spoon on a hot fudge sundae and said: "It was like hitting onto this table--absolute concrete." After leaving D'Andrea's, Paxton put a penny in the scale in the lobby and got his fortune. The scale told the tale: "Change quickly if you are headed up the wrong alley (or fairway...

Author: By Robert Sidorsky, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Linksters Blow Up at NCAA Qualifying Yale Proves Too Tough | 5/5/1978 | See Source »

...clasp hands for a moment, tell him good luck. Then you're off into the crowd, throwing a clenched fist of solidarity...

Author: By Peter R. Melnick, | Title: Boston-to-D.C.Bakke Blues | 4/22/1978 | See Source »

...bridges connect the rest of the world to us. Cape Cod is shaped like an arm flexing its bicep, and the bridges connect where the shoulder would be. There are 13 towns on the Cape. One highway, Route 6, runs the length from Bourne (the shoulder) to Provincetown (the fist); 6A runs parallel from the shoulder to the crook of the elbow. Route 28 runs south from the southwest portal of the Canal to Falmouth (the armpit) and then east to Chatham (the elbow...

Author: By Dewitt C. Jones, | Title: Seaside Follies | 3/23/1978 | See Source »

After Crimson fencing captain John Chipman mesmerized Penn sabreman Paul Friedberg, 5-2, in the opening bout of last night's fencing meet at the IAB, he strutted fiercely back to the Harvard bench, fist raised, yelling, "Beat Penn, beat Penn, beat Penn...

Author: By Stephen A. Herzenberg, | Title: Unbeaten Penn Dices Swordsmen, 18-9 | 3/2/1978 | See Source »

...drinking alone in the office one night when this dame wanders in. Real sweet, she was, with coal dust in her long blonde hair and a crumpled bus ticket in her fist. "Scranton," she sighed by way of explanation, in a voice that trailed off like the Doppler effect of a passing 18-wheeler on the Pennsylvania Turnpike. I poured her a stiff one, and she poured me her story: "I have this terrific manuscript, but please don't ask how I got it, and I just have to get into the newspapers before they do." "They?" "The syndicate...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: The Case of the Purloined Pages | 2/27/1978 | See Source »

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