Word: hand
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...picks up, the shouts of jostling men rise like the roar of the crowd at Churchill Downs when it's neck and neck in the home stretch of the Kentucky Derby. The participants are dressed like stockroom clerks in brightly colored cloth jackets, and they are flashing elaborate hand signals to each other and yelling phrases in a jargon all their own. "Even 17 D's!" cries one exasperated figure as he elbows for room. Another day of seeking fortunes has begun at the 130-year-old Chicago Board of Trade, where the tension, the gambles, the losses...
...seriousness and sincerity. Though stating an essentially tough Soviet line, he was reaching for understanding, looking hard into the faces across from him. Only twice did he display spontaneous animation. At one point he picked up a bent paper clip, twirled it almost delicately in one large hand until all eyes were concentrating on it and then thumped the table strongly, saying, "Mir, mir, i yeshche raz mir" (peace, peace, and once again peace). Later, when Ray Cave said he hoped they would meet again at the 1980 Olympics in Moscow, Brezhnev raised both arms high and, like...
...questions as important as Harvard's many and varied involvements with South Africa white minority government can be solved by not discussing the issue at hand. The Corporation must come out of its protective shell and face the facts--a lot of people with a wide variety of backgrounds, and an equally large number of positions in and outside of Harvard, care about this issue. The results of the Assembly referendum underline these feelings...
...Harvard athlete is in the limelight and people and the media will be demanding. So this athlete learned when the hockey team for which he tended goal lost four straight games. I thought it had peaked after a Beanpot loss to B.U. when The Crimson compared my glove hand to that of Marv Throneberry. But the meaning of the term "humbled" was never clearer than on that Saturday afternoon in Ithaca when a lone voice in Cornell's Lynah Rink intoned, "Bertagna, you're not a sieve...you're a funnel...
June 11, 1973. Today I graduated from Harvard University. As my parents watched with pride, Prof. Alan Heimert, Master of Eliot House, presented my diploma and shook my hand, acknowledging my existence for the first time in three years. Amazing what the proper audience can do. If the athlete thinks that graduation means the end of games, wait until he tries to get a job on the outside. That's where the real games begin...