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Word: holding (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Citing another issue that Afro-American Studies Faculty have debated with the University over the past ten years, Guinier says Rosovsky is weakening the department by insisting professors hold joint appointment in another department along with Afro-American Studies...

Author: By Eileen M. Smith, | Title: Afro-American Studies: On the Threshold | 6/7/1979 | See Source »

...member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences, Whitman was awarded Guggenheim Fellowships in 1961 and 1976. He is survived by his wife Ann, of Cambridge, and their daughters Rachel and Leda. The family will hold private services...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Eliot Professor Of Greek Lit Dies at 64 | 6/7/1979 | See Source »

...stepped out of the bathtub and smithereened a plastic cup lying on the linoleum where, limp-armed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin bright September day: he just back from the war, starched Air Force uniform, two rows of colored ribbons on his chest, bound for glory; she just back from her high-class wartime job in Washington, home to marry the hero. But after the fourth mewling baby, she went to work...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...have been Secretary of State if he had been from Michigan State University instead of Harvard?" he asks. Unfortunately, Lopez can't seem to answer his own question. When you ask him to define mystique, he hesitates for a moment. Mystique, he says, is "an exaggeration of actuality. "But hold on a minute. If there wasn't any substance to the myth, Lopez adds, "the mystique wouldn't exist...

Author: By Robert O. Boorstin, | Title: The Harvard Mistake | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...stepped out of the bathtub and smithereened a plastic cup lying on the linoleum where, limparmed, he had dropped it. He hopped on one leg to hold the twinge of pain, new pain he couldn't numb because that cup had served him the last of the gin the night before. He careened against the wall and his shoulder erupted again in fire. It seared, like it had last night when the lizard-skin boots kept swinging into him, fireballs exploding when they landed. He had already made himself forget whoever it was attached to the boots...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/5/1979 | See Source »

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