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Word: labs (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...sorry! Here you've worked three hours on these proteins, and I've destroyed them! Completely! I...I don't know what to say! Do you want to share my results? Oh, I just don't know how I could have done that...a whole lab, ruined...

Author: By Samuel Bonder, | Title: 'For Betty, With No Hard Feelings' | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

...with the test tubes she was carrying. Martin summoned up the dopeyest basset hound-Pat Paulsen deadpan he could imagine until she finally realized he was kidding (Thank God! Man, what a sober little babe!) and began to laugh. so did Martin, and, to his discomfort, the entire biology lab...

Author: By Samuel Bonder, | Title: 'For Betty, With No Hard Feelings' | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

...Martin was an effective defeatist when he wanted to be, and he ran that Saturday date pretty much the way he thought it would run itself. He and Susan had one strained laugh--no, two--over the incident in the lab, and then both of them clammed up for the rest of the night. Martin was inhibited, constrained--he was afraid to say anything for fear of what she might think of him, so he just didn't talk. Susan, of course, didn't know what to think of him--a a wit on Wednesday and a stone wall...

Author: By Samuel Bonder, | Title: 'For Betty, With No Hard Feelings' | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

MARTIN began withdrawing from things after that. He didn't date any more for the entire semester, or work, or play, or even go to biology lab. All he did was sit in the living room in the old chair and stare at the telephone, which seemed to be afraid to touch. His roommate sensed that something was bothering Martin and alerted Martin's parents, who agreed that their son seemed to be having troubled adjusting to life at Harvard. They took Martin to see the Dean of Freshmen, who, being a man of diplomacy, suggested with a frown that...

Author: By Samuel Bonder, | Title: 'For Betty, With No Hard Feelings' | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

...with whom I spent a curious, concentrated week canvassing the freshman dormitories for political talent. We weren't too successful, if the truth be known, finding most of my classmates had their minds on P.T. credits and Gen Ed Ahf and the girl next door in Nat Sci 5 lab. Harvard seemed to be a pretty shrewd head, always bending just enough this way or that, always holding out just enough personal and academic freedom to keep people busy...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: From The End of Four Years | 6/12/1969 | See Source »

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