Search Details

Word: janee (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...Jane A. Lindholm '01, who lives in Quincy House, disagrees. She chose to join a lottery group with only one of her four first-year room-mates from Pennypacker Hall...

Author: By Dafna V. Hochman and Kevin E. Meyers, CRIMSON STAFF WRITERSS | Title: Keeping it TOGETHER | 1/8/1999 | See Source »

...What we're trying to do is get as many proposals out there for alumnae to look at as possible," said Radcliffe College Alumnae Association President Jane E. Tewksbury...

Author: By Rosalind S. Helderman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Radcliffe Sees Third Departure Since June | 1/8/1999 | See Source »

...extra reading and legwork after long days; often teachers have little time to do more than quickly pick from "kits"--catalogs sent by publishers. Such kits seldom feature nuanced books, says Calfee, especially on subjects such as race or broken homes. "It's a bit more than Dick and Jane, but it's all happy-face stuff," he says. An editor in the children's book industry admits "there are many great books out there" that are not included but argues, "You can't come at Americans with this stuff head on in the classroom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: What Johnny Can't Read | 12/21/1998 | See Source »

...soon discover how awkward I am on this kind of walk: if Mittermeier is Tarzan, me Jane's grandmother. I stumble frequently and cut my hand on a rock, but eventually I turn clumsiness to my advantage by forcing everyone to slow down. I am seeing the jungle for the first time. Here alone are 300 species of trees. They are at once the pillars and the superintendents of the rain forest, the frame of the house and its chief occupants. The spiny understory palm trees make baskets from branches growing out of their trunks, which become compost machines...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Forests: RUSSELL MITTERMEIER: Into the Woods | 12/14/1998 | See Source »

When he died some weeks ago, of leukemia at age 77, I didn't say much either--just bowed my head. I went over to see his wife Jane, and again said little. I asked John's daughter Frances if I might have a picture of him, so that I could recall his tight, sweet-tempered face. She gave me the choice of the dashing John as a fighter pilot in World War II, the one with the goggles dangling from his neck, or the older John I knew, who sold real estate. I took the more recent shot...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Silent Friendships of Men | 12/7/1998 | See Source »

Previous | 319 | 320 | 321 | 322 | 323 | 324 | 325 | 326 | 327 | 328 | 329 | 330 | 331 | 332 | 333 | 334 | 335 | 336 | 337 | 338 | 339 | Next