Word: forwarded
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...chief problem at the beginning of the year was the construction of a good line and in this respect line-coach R. J. Dunne in his second year of service saw his efforts bear fruit in what proved to be one of Harvard's most powerful forward walls...
Meanwhile the Waiters' crew went out once and obtained the peak of condition in the single afternoon workout. The crew has put the stroke up to fourteen under the able pace setting of Rainbow, at stroke, and look forward to an easy victory Thursday, David Shaw '29, 200-pound coxswain on the waiters crew is driving his men in a fabulous fashion, for as much as 200 yards at a time...
Last fall the CRIMSON pointed out some obvious defects in the present system of Phi Beta Kappa selections. The fact that all but twenty-five members are chosen long before the results of their-tutorial work may be estimated was brought forward in support of a plan which would postpone these elections until the end of the Senior year. It was taken for granted that the twenty-five men chosen under the present rule at the end of their. College course would be selected largely on the basis of the honors gained in their field. The growing emphasis upon tutorial...
...images and holy relics on trees and vines, to face the destroyer. In little groups they knelt, praying, with priests before them intoning the Litany, Ab ira Vesnvii, liber a nos, Domine. The flood forked in two just above the village, flowed around it on both sides, moved forward and crept together slowly toward the walls. As his home crumpled and smashed an old man, screaming curses, flung himself forward as if to stem the implacable advance. Carabineers seized him, hustled him away with other screaming protestants, who would not leave their vineyards. A woman whose father had been hurt...
...storm-troops are 100 yards away. It is not against these men we fling our bombs. It is against Death, now visible, hunting us down. They keep coming, we fall back to our second line while our artillery mows them down. We want to rest but we are driven forward from behind: we counterattack. Beside me a lance-corporal has his head torn off. He runs a few steps more while the blood spouts from his neck like a fountain. I fall into an open belly. I see a man biting his own arm. I see another stagger away holding...