Word: got
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Jessie can see only the lights of his combines, as one by one they disappear over a hill. "Follow that star," drawls Jessie over the radio. The combines, like tanks on night maneuvers, head west, following Venus, which is low and bright in the sky. "We've got it!" Gary Coleman, driver of the lead combine yells back. He slows his machine, turns and lowers the cutting head into a rich wave of uncut field...
...discouraged, though. As a freshman, Larry Brown failed to earn the starting QB job on the frosh team. As a soph, he played fourth-string on the varsity. As a junior, Brownie got a break when the starting quarterback suffered a neck injury in the season opener, and went on to lead the Ivy League in passing and total offense. As a senior, Brown finds himself listed alongside the likes of Penn State's Chuck Fusina and B.C.'s Fred Smerlas in this month's Playboy as one of the top players in the East...
...another room (or a few rooms) in which latecomers get to double up. So there's an obvious advantage awaiting you if you get up here real early, obtain your key from the janitor, and sprint up to your room with all your belongings in two. Once you've got the single, you are in the advantageous position of having the upper hand when it comes time for negotiations with not-always-tractable jealous roommates. Of course, there is something to be said for getting the precious single during the spring, when you might be able to make better...
...about 45 minutes, unless you get the infamous red dot on your registration packet, which means that something it amiss between you and the term bills office (the girm reapers who will clean you or your family out of $30,000 in the next four years). Then you've got to get that straightened out. Good luck...
...Half of the Freshmen get to have tea with the Boks and the Horners at the Fogg Museum. They used to serve booze at these things, but they got completely out of control, so now you can only have tea or coffee. Not worth it, although you should check out the Fogg. And the other half of the class gets to join the fun on Sunday. The time might better spent writing an ecstatic or semi-suicidal letter to your girl/boy friend, as the case may be, and sending postcards to doting relatives. 8:30 p.m.-midnight. This...