Word: gustos
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...fall, 7-6, and then 6-1 in the third.“That guy had just run Chris out of legs, which is hard to do,” Harvard coach Dave Fish ’72 said, commending his team for playing exhausting matches with great gusto and devotion. “Without the legs, it’s like fighting with one arm behind your back. They’re going to get very discouraged and then get up and say, ‘I played a hell of a match.’ No one?...
...knew why the gusto had gone out of the nurse's voice. One of the patient's arms was horribly broken and bent at an ungodly angle. She had just started a large-bore IV in the other. And while her big fat needle pierced him three or four times before it found blood, this stolid 60-year-old Eastern European block of a man had made not a sound. His face hadn't registered a flicker of pain, his arm stayed still, even his hand remained limp. No reaction to this needle torture promised an unsatisfying...
...Little Red Book of Mao Tse-tung's quotations, he led the assembly in shouting slogans: ''Down with Tao Feng!'' ''Down with the running dog of the imperialists!'' ''Long live our great leader Chairman Mao!'' I was shocked to see Tao Feng raise his fist and shout with gusto the same slogans, including those against himself. ''Tao Feng will now make his self-criticism,'' the man leading the meeting announced. Without lifting his eyes, Tao read a prepared statement in a low and trembling voice. He admitted all the ''crimes'' listed by the speakers. He expressed regret for having worked...
...puck flies into the goal. The drums strike up a roll into “Ten Thousand Men of Harvard” for men’s games and “I Like It, I Love It” at women’s. The band plays with gusto until play resumes once more, and the “sieve” cheer comes back to remind the opposing goalie just who has As the last seconds count down, the team emerges victorious. The drums roll off again into the band performing a Harvard fight song; the post-game...
...want to relocate to New Haven A few years ago, this magazine printed a famed scrutiny—“Should we all have just gone to Yale?”—exploring the just-suck-it-up social sensibility of Harvard students. Showing some gusto, the administration responded to students’ laments, ratcheting up party funds and appointing the Fun Czar. And then Harvard (or, more accurately, Harvard’s administration bowing to the wishes of the overly outraged Boston Police Department) ruined the only party of the year. The only one. The tailgate...