Word: latelys
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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This is quite a change from the college campus atmosphere that was established at the center in the early 1970s to make Navy life more attractive to recruits. The Navy decided to get tough after hundreds of trainees rioted for two days in late June in a park and along the sleazy strip of bars, pool halls and prostitute haunts near the base's gates. Complaining that they had been continually cheated by merchants on the strip, the sailors went on a window-smashing, rock-throwing rampage that ended only when the Shore Patrol and North Chicago police officers...
...else. Arizona hymns its dry air; Louisiana often builds a brag on its murderous humidity. Amarillo, Texas, brags about its yellow dust. Nashville has a swelled head over the racket, only occasionally musical, that it produces; Memphis lauds itself about the special quiet it has enjoyed ever since the late Boss Ed Crump banned auto horns. Apalachicola, Fla.? The oyster is its world. Hope, Ark.? The watermelon is its. If some places-Podunk, Peoria and Kalamazoo as well as New Jersey -take unexpected pride in being the classic butt of vaudeville jokes, others seem to get a chauvinistic glow from...
...standard place to meander is along the Charles, where you can find joggers 24 hours a day. Be careful about walking alone late at night, though. In winter you can "tray" (sled on the Union's meal trays) on Weeks Bridge. In the spring one sophomore sat underneath the bridge every morning to feed the ducks. Just beyond the bridge lies the prettiest of all Harvard campuses--the Business School. You can marvel at the myopia of the B-School students, who look singularly homogeneous with their briefcases and harried faces. They never seem to notice what a delightful place...
...arrived late, hoping to avoid the first-night exchange of SAT scores. But it didn't take me long to realize that I was going to hate living in Stoughton anyway. The spring before, I had carefully filled out Harvard's rooming form; after three years at boarding school I had a good idea of what I wanted--and didn't want--in a roommate. Three minutes of conversation with Ellen convinced me that some joker in the housing office had read my thorough, if slightly arrogant, application and gleefully selected someone with every trait I detested. In our brief...
...worse. Ellen had grown increasingly resentful of my large group of old cronies and had developed a habit of throwing the telephone at me and snarling, "It's for you." I wasn't getting any sleep because she plodded around so early in the morning. When I came in late, she would wake up and make me feel guilty. Ellen best expressed her hostility at the one and only party I threw, when, dressed in the orange pajamas, she sat outside our door glaring at everyone who entered...