Word: hahvahd
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West Point. A great place to train generals, no doubt about that. Plebes al week had greeted superiors with the salute "Beat Hahvahd, sir." A friendly place on the exterior. But make no mistake. This meant...
...devoted Princetonian, I left Tiger country for the pseudo-city of bahstahn to attend the Hahvahd-Princeton football game. Having bought the Harvard Crimson, I read your article about "machines", although I felt that the article should not really begin until the fifth paragraph where you tell the story of Princeton pockets...
...lots of company if you're the kind of person who walks away from a fight. Most of us hum along with Elton but stay clear of Father's on a Saturday night. So maybe if a townie leans out his car window to inquire, "Move it, ya Hahvahd queah!" you pretend not to notice. But you move it--silently consoling yourself perhaps with the words Kid McCoy used after he woke up from a knockout by Joe Gans: "I'm not a fighter. I'm a lover...
...interwoven with the story of Hunter McNatt's search for his son are also the stories of people who run across one or the other along the way, and their speech is wonderfully correct. Vinny and Dom, his Boston cops, are a little too pat ("Pahk the cah in Hahvahd Yahd") but they still sound, well, like Boston cops. Sayles also captures the peculiar accents of Appalachia, especially the banter of men who work hard, as when one tells another, "You're so ugly you have to tie a pork chop around your neck just to git the dawg...
...individuals, particulary those with desperate concerns, should be able to move quickly, especially within themselves, which is where most of the "image" problem lies. What the "Brother Chico" incident and the reaction by the H-R Chicanos suggests strongly is that some of us may be at Hahvahd and in physical touch with Status & Privilege, but that within we remain insecure and with an inferiority complex causing some to lash out in the way of a Brown Bilbo...