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...Even in the football world, when you got over the fact that people would question your toughness, your ability, your grit, you knew that you had the extra intelligence because you went to Harvard," he adds...

Author: By Kirsten G. Studlien, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: A Champion Against Ivy Odds | 9/17/1999 | See Source »

...married Fairbanks in 1920, the two reigned as Hollywood's king and queen in their legendary home, Pickfair. He was the athletic bon vivant, she the gracious princess. But the poetic silent picture was replaced by the prosaic talkie, and Pickford was finally too old for her girlish grit to be convincing. She made her last film in 1933 at 40, and within a few years Jack, Lottie and Doug were dead. Bereft, she quietly drank herself to oblivion, pickled in Pickfair. By her death in 1979, only a few oldsters could recall Little Mary with anything like that innocent...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The First Movie Star | 6/28/1999 | See Source »

...lyrics are sharp, "My eyes say their prayers to her/sailors ring her bell/Like a moth mistakes a light bulb/For the moon and goes to hell." From the grinding sturm und drang of "Big in Japan" to the bittersweet strum and twang of "Pony," Waits finds a little bit o' grit, a touch of tenderness and plenty of humor in the everything-in-between...

Author: By By DIANE W. lewis, | Title: Album Review: Mule Variations by Tom Waits | 4/23/1999 | See Source »

...lyrics are sharp, "My eyes say their prayers to her/sailors ring her bell/Like a moth mistakes a light bulb/For the moon and goes to hell." From the grinding sturm und drang of "Big in Japan" to the bittersweet strum and twang of "Pony," Waits finds a little bit o' grit, a touch of tenderness and plenty of humor in the everything-in-between...

Author: By Diane W. Lewis, | Title: Tom Waits Mule Variations Epitaph Records | 4/23/1999 | See Source »

...what it must be like to see the world through the eyes of Andrew Kevin Walker. Imagine a seedy city, stewing in its own corruption, the heavy blackness of night not only covering the buildings and street but also the human soul. A layer of grit and filth permeating everything, even the skin of the inhabitants unfortunate enough to be living there. The city conceived as a concentration of misery and suffering in its purest form--when people die, they die violently and horribly. Good is corrupted, and evil abounds. There is no redemption. There are no happy endings...

Author: By Bill Gienapp, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: PORNOGRAPHERS | 3/5/1999 | See Source »

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