Word: hazing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...indoor pool, a nervous breakdown. She tries religion for a while, decides she likes whisky better. After that, she just stumbles along from drink to drink, sedative to sedative, picture to picture. "Life really is a fraud, isn't it?" she sighs one day through the barbiturate haze to the "companion" who is now in constant attendance. "I'm 31 years old, and I look back on it, and all I can think of to say is-so what...
...another on the import of the House Plan, cautioned the Class of '33: "But when all this is over, when glittering generalities on the value of a college education, fight talks from the football coach and captain, ecstasy and despair over triumph and defeat have faded into a dim haze in the subconscious mind, the class will gradually realize that with the beginning of their sophomore year they wil be a part of one of the most important social experiments ever attempted in American education...
Prime Minister John Diefenbaker, leader of Canada's all-conquering Progressive Conservative Party, flew off to Bermuda last week in a happy haze of fatigue and felicitations, more than ready to soak up a few days of sunlight before tackling his country's lowering problems of recession and unemployment. Behind him was the most dramatic election landslide in Canada's history, a coast-to-coast sweep that carried Tory M.P.s into 208 of the House of Commons' 265 seats, and cut the combined opposition down to a hapless...
...panning fictional gold (Show Boat, Saratoga Trunk) have taught canny Prospector Ferber where to find the pay lode. Her heroine, Christine Storm, is beautiful enough to still the growl of a Malemute, so passionate about her native Alaska that she would not swap a fox parka for an autumn-haze mink. Grandpa Kennedy is a tycoon, but she prefers Grandpa Thor Storm. The name should prepare readers for the fact that he has noble Norwegian blood...
...your group (throughout Bicker, you move in a group of three or four--you are judged, accepted, and perhaps rejected collectively) are swept into the dazzling warm uproar inside. You feel the soft depth of the rug beneath your feet and can see a bright, glittering, well-groomed haze all around you. Up the grand stairway, lined with upperclassmen clapping and cheering, until you reach the top where beaming and blushing abashedly you sign your name and receive the dark blue and red and yellow and green striped club tie from the president. A final huzzah then...