Word: hunted
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...course." The star (Richard Gere) is a Chicago cop with a dependable partner played by a disposable actor. O.C., the partner gets killed by a visiting New Orleans gangster (Jeroen Krabbe) while keeping tabs on the gangster's moll (Kim Basinger). O.C., the star goes to New Orleans to hunt down the bad guy, gets hassled by the local police and, O.C., falls in love with the moll while they dodge crackers and crocodiles in bayou country. Bullets perforate every bit player in the Vieux Carre, O.C., but keep missing the star. Floorboards creak at propitious moments; tinderbox hotels refuse...
Articles in recent issues of The Crimson have implicitly denounced Richard Eisert's membership in the Owl Club as conflicting with his duties as chair of the Undergraduate Council. This charge has all the earmarks of a fine witch hunt, but in no way can be considered responsible journalism...
...overflow crowd packed the Quincy House Junior Common Room to listen to the remembrances of University Marshal Richard M. Hunt, Quincy resident Susan E. Ordway '86-'87, former Senior Tutor Eliot A. Cohen '77, former Co-Master Mimi Aloian '52 and Elliot Forbes, Peabody Professor of Music Emeritus...
After a piano prelude performed by Clara S. Chan '87, Hunt, a Quincy House fellow, opened the proceedings with recollections of Aloian's wide and varied interests in the life of the College. He noted Aloian's love of Quincy House, his work as executive director of the Harvard Alumni Association, and his important contribution to the 350th Celebration. Hunt said that Aloian's efforts helped to make the 350th "a family affair...
...loveliest, most self-revealing story appears near the end. Birds of a Feather is an ode to the woodcock, that plucky, reclusive little game bird of the uplands. Preparatory to a hunt in upstate New York, Humphrey reads up on the bird. "He gets curiouser and curiouser. His brain is upside down. His ears are in front of his nose . . . Like the woodcock, I too am an odd bird; I know I am, and I would change if I could, because being odd is uncomfortable, but, no more than the woodcock can, I can't, not anymore...