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Four Harvard Students are screaming about money, power and real estate at fever pitch. A commanding voice breaks out over the din: "Space, resources and money. It's about who controls that, and how they're distributing it." Mutterings can be heard. A dark-haired senior with horn-rimmed glasses grumbles about "having a 19-billion dollar endowment and no equipment," while the blond female mentions grants, budgets, and out-of-pocket expenses. And finally, a soft-spoken young man quietly mentions "the Administration...
...game drew to a close, Harvard played conservative soccer to protect its precious and fragile lead. B.C. had little chance to tie, or much less win, when the final horn sounded...
They take it in stride. So do the other delegates, in their stunning diversity. In the hotel lobby a 7-ft. patriarch from Africa's Horn mingles with tiny, saffron-robed Cambodian monks and an indigenous tribesman who appears to be wearing an entire stuffed owl on his head. The gathering is not devoid of tensions, including a protest over the absence of the Dalai Lama, who was slighted to placate the Chinese at the U.N. The security staff is edgy. ("Make a mark! Any mark!" a guard, desperate for an I.D.-card signature, begs Don Andres.) But the general...
...Forget Me! shows Stine's knack for unearthing and exploiting the primal emotions of childhood, in this case sibling rivalry. Danielle, 15, can't understand why her parents and friends find her pesky little brother Peter, 9, so endearing. He's always trying to horn in on her fun. When Danielle and a chum are practicing a mock-hypnotism act for a school skit, Peter--natch--insists that Danielle hypnotize him. Uh-oh. Not only does little brother go into a trance and come out of it with an alarming loss of memory, but also strange voices start emanating from...
Begin with Armstrong's sound, the pure, clarion tone of a horn that sounded reveille for the 20th century. Then there's his rhythmic invention. On cuts like Muggles, Potato Head Blues and the epochal West End Blues, he breaks breathtakingly free from his sidemen, swooping and soaring over the ensemble like some brilliantly feathered bird. Such flights enable him to accomplish what every pop or jazz performer worth noting has tried ever since, personalizing the music, taking it away from the written score, making...