Word: hang
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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These days, the only recourse for Harvard's creative engineers snakes down the back stairwell of Pennypacker. The four-story beer funnel has long been a tradition among Union dwellers. These 40 feet of tattered tubing, duct-taped where needed and capped with a simple plastic funnel, hang as a testament to a freer spirit of invention than exists in the austere labs of Edwin Land's Science Center...
...family. On view in the nursery are the children's 18th century rocking horse and a dollhouse with the original handmade furnishings. Articles of Emerson's clothing--his tall beaver hat, the "Gaberlunzie" robe he probably wore when he got up early and his wife Lydian slept late--hang in other rooms...
...first line is still solid, but Botterill's absence could hurt Harvard's depth. If Cornell manages to hang around until the third period, Stone will not have the luxury of bumping Dunn onto the second line of sophomores Angie Francisco (11, 31) and Kiirsten Suurkask (11, 15). In the nailbiter at Princeton, senior winger Jen Gerometta (7, 8) played on the second line and had an assist...
...mistaken premise behind the student center is that Harvard students have the time, or interest, in being social. In reality, we don't want to hang out unless there's a productive sense of accomplishment in doing so. We don't want to party. What we really want to do is study-study all the time, in all sorts of kinky positions, with our closest friends. Give Harvard a new student center and what will people do? They will bring their sourcebooks there...
...characters included packs of greasy-haired junior school punks, permed teenage girls donning skin-tight Wrangler jeans and an occasional preschooler in an XXS patent leather jacket. The cab driver refused to use the word "emporium," insisting that my friends and I were mistakenly visiting his old billiards hang-out, "Good Time Callie's." The towering marquees, however, confirmed that we were entering the famed den of Somerville carousal and inflated Michelob paraphernalia. Before gaining admittance, I was asked to flash my driver's license, convincing the bouncer I wasn't a parentless 17-year-old in need of quenching...