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Word: joes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Little Joe stopped still on the bottom step and looked up at these spectres, his ebullience and gaiety sucked back into tense reproach. The wolves positioned themselves at the top and bottom of the Currier House steps, huddling into their packs; a couple...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...floor, forming a circle and passing the pipe with an ambience of mysterious ritual. They toke and laugh and smile nervously as they apply their peripheral vision; some just roll back their eyes beneath closing eyelids and fall back on the floor with only the ceiling to reckon. Little Joe and his girlfriend preside over the ritual sitting on the bed, filling pipes and rolling joints and popping pills, wandering into the music and eventually into each other's affection. Somehow the room is filled with chatter, most of it superficial. People don't fall into each other's laps...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...time sucked everyone into various activities and social circles and fields of study, there was only one constant: Little Joe. While most could be described as Crimson editors, or soc stud nerds, or Advocate poets, Little Joe remained a stereotype unto himself. Little Joe was playing his guitar too loud last night; Little Joe put a hole in the wall while practicing his kung fu; Little Joe smoked too much last night and wound up in Stillman Infirmary; Little Joe shaved his head just for kicks the other day. Just for kicks. For Halloween...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...finally the wig. He was a saucy hooker on his way to a Halloween party with his girlfriend--a hooker as well. They bounded down the stairs with all their playground energy and they encountered the infamous and repulsive Harvard apparition of drunken preppie-jocks. There they were, Little Joe and Rhonda, their slap-happy presence blazing through a clumsy mob of drunken, tuxedoed pretension...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...call me that. You fight me, pig," Little Joe retorted, obviously taking the whole incident far more seriously than his enemies. "You meet me here at midnight and I'll beat the shit out of you, you understand? Little Joe ordered, and the men across from him agreed with amused nods...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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