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...spokesman for UMass-Dartmouth, John Hoey, told the Globe earlier this week that the student would not be disciplined as a result of his deception. That statement has sparked protest from another professor at the school, Clyde W. Barrow, director of the Center for Policy Analysis, who said the student should be suspended and forced to make a public apology for deceiving the public. He also called on the faculty members who relayed the student’s tale to issue public apologies, as well...
...Berry had been born in Hartford, a place that, entirely due to Berry, had assumed a hallowed significance in BLOHARDS legend. Berry, who as a Connecticut lad could have gone either way (Sox or Yanks), had, as he says, ?grown up under the spell of Sox radio announcer Fred Hoey.? Berry?s grandfather Bunts Berry, the first man in the history of Hartford to bunt, having laid one down in 1878. ?The Ballad of Bunts Berry? used to be dutifully recited each April as the bus passed the old East Hartford cutoff. The year I traveled with the BLOHARDS, Berry...
...between would-be competitors in this invitation-only event. The players, whittled down to a mere 16 for the tourney, kicked off the competition at tournament headquarters (Cabot I-42) just after 5 p.m. Play lasted more than three hours, and when the pixelated carnage was over, Timothy R. Hoey ’04 of Currier House emerged victorious...
...Hoey, who brought his own game controller with him to the tournament, his masterful wrangling of Kirby to take the Harvard Smash Bros. title was something to be proud of. Says the champion: “I’m glad that all my hard work at Harvard has finally paid...
...Southerners, flamboyant or saturnine, came from another age. Hoey of North Carolina wore wing collars. Freshman John Kennedy of Massachusetts, thin and glamorous, the millionaire's dreamboat boy, hobbled at the rear of the chamber, on crutches from his back operation. Joe McCarthy of Wisconsin, remembered now as a dark cloud shadowing America, could show, in private, an unexpected sweetness and charm. Always, front and center (first desk, middle aisle, the Democratic leader's spot) stood Lyndon Johnson, almost handsome then, in his 40s, leaner than history remembers him, narrow-eyed, his hair sleek with Stacomb, alert in a vaguely...