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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...shop ..." He looks for the essay. There is none; instead, the candidate has enclosed his team's player program, listing goals, assists, penalty minutes. Rogers shakes his head and starts reading another folder. "Bingo!" he cries. " A's and B's, 600 boards. You've got him." Several "weak but still breathing" candidates later, the coach anxiously states his need for ten forwards, five defensemen and two goalies. Rogers is good-natured about it, but he makes no promises...
...rancher. In Roosevelt's last year at Harvard, a physician warned him that he had overtaxed his heart and must lead a more sedentary life. Vowed Teddy: "Doctor, I'm going to do all the things you tell me not to do. If I've got to live the sort of life you have described, I don't care how short...
...might have served as a model for Thomas Nast's potbellied crooks. Is the presidential face august, humane, agleam with probity? John Adams might have been cast as Scrooge or a consecrated bookkeeper. John Quincy Adams looked incipiently satanic. James Monroe's bug-eyed visage might have got him followed by the FBI in the 1960s. Martin Van Buren's sweetly cunning countenance could have belonged to a real estate shark. William Henry Harrison looked bilious. Millard Fillmore at times resembled a triumph of dishevelment. William McKinley, says Edmund Morris in The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt, seemed...
...triumph in the nightcap was without question the Crimson's finest all-around diamond effort since the squad returned North last Sunday. Harvard played errorless baseball for the first time in four games and got a tremendous defensive effort from the infield of Rick Pearce, Burke St. John, Bobby Kelley, and Mark Bingham...
...freshman at my over-whelmingly white, exclusive private school, I took a course in a dry subject with the wittiest and most amusing teacher there. Like everyone else, I secretly adored him and desperately wanted to talk to him after class. Near term's end I finally got up the courage to approach him with a question. Within minutes he had broached the subject of sickle cell anemia. At fourteeen, I was completely paralyzed with humiliation. For a split-second I wanted not to be black. I wanted not to be black, because then perhaps this man would have been...