Word: ladened
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Last summer Dr. Vonnegut led an elaborate thunderstorm study near Socorro, N. Mex., where a stationary thundercloud forms almost every day above 10,300-ft Mount Withington. The scientists flew instrument-laden balloons into the handy cloud; they flew airplanes through it and over it. With a helicopter they strung thin wires between Mount Withington and neighboring peaks, and used them to inject electrical charges into clouds. Though they gathered valuable information about cloud electricity, none of their efforts made lightning strike when they wanted...
Every day in every way Harvard improves. In two games this season the Crimson has slaughtered its collective opponents, 14 to 1, and as the sophomore-laden team continues to jell, two things are increasingly obvious. First, if the halfbacks can get the ball to Chris Ohiri, the Crimson center forward will score. Second, the halfbacks are getting the ball to Ohiri, and he is scoring...
...prevailing chronological standards at Yale University, the Yale Review is as green as any freshman. It did not appear on the New Haven scene until the 200th year of a university already laden with antiquities. It is much younger, for example, than old Connecticut Hall (completed 1752), the tavern known as Mory's (b. 1861), or even Boola Boola (1897).* But last week, as it observed its 50th year with an anniversary issue, the Yale Review could take pride in having become, in a mere half a century, one of Yale's-and journalism's-more imposing...
...future of this year's soccer team is definitely a '64-dollar question. If sophomores Chris Ohiri, Billy Ward, and company fulfill the spectacular promise of their undefeated freshman year, Coach Bruce Munro will have his third Ivy League championship in four seasons. If the sophomore laden team fails to jell, however, this will be, in Munro's phrase, "only a next year's team...
...Boston intern, and Robert, now a 20-year-old junior at Amherst. During the summers, Goldberg installed his children and his wife Dorothy, a former social worker and an abstractionist painter, in a two-room cabin on the shores of Lake Michigan; he showed up on Friday nights laden with cartons of Chinese food. Goldberg appointed himself sole arbitrator of family disputes, once ruled that Barbara could not wear lipstick until she was 14. Such decisions were not always popular-and on at least one occasion, the kids picketed the house with signs that read DADDY UNFAIR...