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Word: lefts (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Everything ends badly. William loses all his money, and Poodle, who has walked out on him, comes clinging back. The reader is left with the information that a fool is a fool and a feeling of bafflement about why a skillful author has chosen to pull the wings off this particular literary...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Gingerless Man | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

...read and talk almost before he could walk. It is said that once, when the talented toddler fell and cut his forehead, he inspected the blood with detachment and asked: "Is it oxyhemoglobin or carboxyhemoglobin?" At Eton, Haldane was regularly beaten by senior boys. But by the time he left school, he could read Latin and Greek, French and German, and, as he observed with matter-of-fact pride, "I knew enough chemistry to take part in research, enough biology to do unaided research, and I had a fair knowledge of history and contemporary politics." Thus equipped, he went...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Genius of Genes | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

Farneti, Harvard's sophomore linebacker, completely dominated his bigger opponent, throwing lightning left jabs to the head and body and occasional roundhouse rights. But Mahoney stayed game for the entire bout, even after he was cut above the right eye in the second round. He kept right on stalking Farneti but ran into more punches than he landed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Quincy House Champions In House Boxing Tourney | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

...hard right hook dropped Cullen to the canvas, seconds after the fight began. Weeks peppered left jabs at his groggy opponent until the referee mercifully stopped the bout...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Quincy House Champions In House Boxing Tourney | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

...they're all willing to do that much work, what will they expect from an audience? At worst they would have us changing sets, at best, we might be forced into some sort of soul-baring dialectic. Feeling vaguely exhausted before the plays began, I just wanted to be left alone, to be permitted to formulate my own thoughts, to remain part of an anonymous audience...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: The Turncoats & The Last War's End | 3/7/1969 | See Source »

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