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Davidson also manages to coordinate his unwieldy cast; the actors never bump into each other because they exit awkwardly or stand in the wrong place. And as they strut and fret their four hours upon the stage, the players really could be acting our Everyman before a medieval audience...
Mature students are often more focused and less obsessed with competing than their teenage counterparts, who are apt to fret over grades and whether they have a date on Saturday night. An impressive 21% of the 443 graduates of Smith College's Ada Comstock Program, which enrolls women 22 and older, are holders of Phi Beta Kappa keys; 45% walk away with honors. Says Eleanor Rothman, director of the eleven-year-old program: "These women know what they are doing...
...thousands of firms that have grasped a basic fact of business in the era of the two-career household: when companies hire employees, families and all of their homelife headaches are taken on as well. If little Suzy goes off to day care with a cold, Dad may fret about it at the office all day. If Mom suddenly has to work late, there may be no one to pick up Suzy and give her dinner. And if Grandma falls and breaks her hip, that budget report due tomorrow just doesn't seem so important anymore...
Despite such encouraging signs, skeptics fret that the plague of authoritarianism has not been banished. "Those who benefited from the military dictatorship have retreated or made deals with the democratic forces," says opposition National Assemblyman Lee Chul. "Democracy is not deep rooted...
After a dismal while, though, Alex begins to fret about the destructive + force of tradition and tries to lighten the atmosphere. "Forget the Beardies, the Coffins and the Principal's left nostril," he says. "You have three pars on the trot now." But too many shots, moments and memories have been missed. The game is up. On the 18th hole, a meager drive, a half-skulled 6-iron, a pitifully pulled putt and a long tap-in add up to a par four that tastes like turned milk. "You're home," whispers Alex, graciously leaving off the "laddie." Home? Right...