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Word: foundings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...found his enemy sitting in the House lounge with his latest honey, Barbara of my green past. Barbara was giggling and laughing at her scrub-clean mate when Little Joe cuffed him on the back of the neck and told him to apologize. This time, the wolf sent the man scrambling up the tree, tottering uncertainly from a limb...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...Square, heart of non-University Cambridge. It's here you'll find Cambridge City Hall, an imposing, dingy brick hall that boasts one of the few front lawns anywhere on Mass Ave. Central Square is also where the old-style big city department stores and the Y can be found, not to mention the police station and the MacDonalds. Cambridge's best disco, the mainly black Rise Club, sits on top of a rickety brick office building here...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: Pinball, Disco, Food. It's Found in Cambridge | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...graduate of the Law School, has got a bad case of the Harvard disease. "People who are less taken in by the mystique," he says, "are those who've been here." But, of course, there are exceptions to this rule. And Hank Lopez just happens to be one who found a publisher...

Author: By Robert O. Boorstin, | Title: The Harvard Mistake | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

Things came to a head in the middle of the first semester, when I found out about a story she had written about me. Ellen had been vainly pursuing the roommate of my best friend, Chris, and she showed him her piece of fiction, which described a very nice chemistry student--Ellen--living with an obnoxious preppie who kept getting phone calls--me. One day these two have a fight over the chemistry girl's propensity for telling science jokes. The preppie flounces out and returns several hours later, asking for messages. "Your friend Chris...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

None of these insights came quickly or easily, but I did make an important decision--to find a place for myself at Harvard, an activity or group that would rekindle my enthusiasm. In quick succession, I got into a play and found a boyfriend. The former was unquestionably the worst play I have ever seen or acted in, a pitiful attempt to set Antigone in a Latin American dictatorship. The bumbling, pretentious director and the egomaniacal cast ensured the failure of the production. The boyfriend was even worse, a deceptively suave manipulator who enjoyed hurting people and watching them squirm...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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