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Word: hearded (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...ghetto just before its destruction, read his simple statement: "I hear once again their very last command to us all: 'Pamietaj! Remember! Never forget and never forgive!' " Later, racked with sobs, he recalled the years of hiding and flight. "On the last day I heard some Poles shouting, 'Look at the Jews fry!' as the ghetto flamed. But I also owe my life to Polish Christians who kept me and my father hidden in a cemetery, where we lived for over a year." He shrugged. "There is good...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE HOLOCAUST: Never Forget, Never Forgive | 8/20/1979 | See Source »

This was the year of the Core. You've all heard of it, but you probably don't understand it. Don't worry--you're not alone. After the nation's press got through trumpeting the Core as a major educational revolution, it's a wonder anyone could figure...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Notes From the Underground... | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...KEPT rolling, on and on, like a juggernaut out of control. Traumas and ecstasies and illusion and disillusion, friends and lost friends, and then I heard someone call it "an emotional roller-coaster." While the most certain and directed subjects approached the maze with unswerving confidence and determination, others cried when they had to decide on their field of concentration, on their course selections, on what play they would audition for, on what publication they would "comp...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

Probably one of the reasons you came to school in Cambridge is that you'd heard what a great college town Boston is and you thought of all the fascinating things to do there. A lot of undergraduates arriving at Harvard think that way but unfortunately never get farther than the bar at the Hong Kong. All roads lead to Harvard Square, or so the saying goes, but don't forget they go the other...

Author: By Susan K. Brown, | Title: The Great Escape | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...room double and stared at my roommate with the calculator looped around her belt. I had worried about the place when I met the guy downstairs who bleached his hair ash blond and posted death poetry, embellished by skull and crossbones, on his door. I got nervous when I heard the strains of opera punctuated by very loud and horrifyingly off-key singing in the room next door. But I knew I was in serious trouble when I heard that question...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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