Word: grasse
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...short, what Harvard has on its hands is a grass roots football revival, the likes of which Joe Restic can only dream about. Not only will Lowell score this year, but in this reporter's opinion, they will score again, and perhaps even a third time before this thing's over...
...really what we had in mind. It is not the American house we dreamed of, not even the house we grew up in, the house we remember. Sometimes it stands a little too near the freeway, in a raw mat of sodded lawn-a poignant dry-green whiffle of grass with a single sapling in it that gives no more shade than a swizzle stick. The house has the frank, bleak starkness of the cut-rate. Its interiors are minimalist, and grimly candid about it. No woodwork, no extras, no little frills of gentility any more. No front hall...
Scalise also had to be pleased by his booters' strong comeback, particularly in the second half, after falling behind 1-0. Co-captain Cat Ferrante attributed much of Harvard's early sloppy play to Springfield's astroturf which is "faster" and harder than natural grass. The Crimson can forget the artificial carpet for this year because B.U., the only other school on the schedule with a synthetic surface field, travels to Cambridge in two weeks...
...told, he helped change the way the world is seen on film. In Red Desert (1964), he reflected the industrial and emotional decay of modern Ravenna in skies streaked like a sulfurous rainbow. In Blow-Up (1966), he painted London phone booths a deeper red, turned the grass a brighter green, to play against his protagonist's Day-Glo life. Now Antonioni has plumbed the resources of the new video technology and emerged with his most impressive experiment yet. The Mystery of Oberwald will be shown next week at the New York Film Festival; it is unlike anything...
...hands turns blood red at the memory. When the lovers walk through the woods, chlorophyll seeps into the leaves, and flowers segue from red to royal blue. Now the queen, revived in love, rides through the meadow, and the colors chorus riotously: her hair is rifle-fire red, the grass a Midas gold, the trees electric green, her horse an impossible white-and as it gallops by, its tail waves bright yellow in the new morning breeze of a storybook kingdom brought to life in the movies...