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...Council is in actuality a bunch of guys who use membership in the council as an excuse to wear a jacket and a tie during the week to look older and sophisticated. They have come to redefine school government as an institution of stupidity and immaturity, often consisting of tools...

Author: By Nancy RAINE Reyes, | Title: Bakal For U.C. President | 4/13/1996 | See Source »

...actor who showed up wearing a shiny silver garment that peeked out from what looked like the uniform of a cabin boy on an ocean liner. Or one who combined an open-neck shirt of the sort worn by Coca-Cola deliverymen with what appeared to be a tuxedo jacket owned by a much larger man in 1938. In this country, fear of being ridiculed by high school buddies is about the only governor we have left on the behavior of the celebrated; around Oscar night every year, I feel even that slipping away...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: DAMN THE TUXEDOS! | 4/8/1996 | See Source »

...musical numbers in "Ubu Rock" are wonderful. Most of the songs are catchy rock tunes with whacked-out lyrics, but the most infamous is "The Button Song." Derrah (in another role as a crotchety general) screams obscenities at the audience in between verses of the marching song: "My jacket has three buttons, three buttons. My jacket has four buttons, four buttons. Fuck you, you lazy assholes!" and so on. He and his back-up singers won't stop the song until the audience throws something at them: water bottles, bananas, broccoli, chickens. Really...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Gross Poles Run Amok | 3/14/1996 | See Source »

...short while back. Let me come with you." Luckily, a friend tapped me on the shoulder just then, freeing me from the grips of nostalgia. It was time to leave. I looked at the small boy in front of me, clad entirely in Giants paraphernalia. "I like your jacket," I said, giving him a "thumbs up." And I left...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: CROSSING THE YARD | 3/11/1996 | See Source »

...didn't like Buchanan, I should get out of Massachusetts, the thirty-something man in the green down jacket and brown standard issue pants told me as we stood there in the snow awaiting the candidate for whom he was shouldering two wooden-piked campaign placards...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Saturday In Germany | 3/5/1996 | See Source »

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