Word: latelies
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...ground game never was effective, so Harvard's front line kept a hard rush on all afternoon. Domres was forced to carry the ball 18 times, with only a very few rushes intentional. Late in the first half, after Gatto and new fullback Gus Crim had scored, Domres passed the Lions to a touchdown, climaxing a 45 yard drive with a pretty 28 yard completion to star end Bill Wasevich...
Gatto may have saved the day on the ensuing kickoff. Taking the ball at his own six, he sped 40 yards 'to give the Crimson safe field position. Domres had another chance late in the game, but his drive stalled at midfield--and Harvard had won its Ivy League opener...
...miserable recognition, and on many a count, for if he felt even a hint this way, then what immeasurable tides of rage must be loose in America itself? He was so heartily sick of listening to the tyranny of soul music, so bored with Negroes triumphantly late for appointments, so depressed with Black inhumanity to Black in Biafra, so weary of being sounded in the subways by black eyes, so despairing of the smell of booze and pot and used-up hope in bloodshot eyes of Negroes bombed at noon, that he must have become in some secret part...
Intricate Jumble. Kline's early Greenwich Village scenes of the late 1930s and early 1940s were sturdily realistic. At the time, he was decorating the walls of the Bleecker Street Tavern with $5 murals, to make ends meet. His break into abstraction was sudden and dramatic. For years, he had been making increasingly simplified sketches; as an art student in London, he had also collected Japanese prints. One day in 1949, he was visiting a friend who had a Balopticon projector; they enlarged several Kline sketches on the wall. The blown-up image wrenched the drawings...
...whose disfigurements are merely emotional. Arthur's death after his brief romance with Junie is rather predictable, and the ending is too pat. But Miss Kellogg displays an easy, lightly satirical command of the hospital-medical milieu, as befits a professional therapist (one of her patients was the late Carson McCullers). And, perhaps most promising of all, she writes with a crispness and economy that is all too rare in any novel-first, last or in between...