Word: likeness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...group sessions were a good way to start. But you have to be young to take it. George Armacost, 65, the about-to-retire president of the sponsoring University of Redlands, came out to the camp one evening and started talking like a normal college administrator until one of the kids cut him off: "C'mon, George, get with it." It was the first time a Redlands student had ever called him George. He was still up at 4 a.m., banging away on his portable typewriter, setting down his reaction to the experience. He didn't quite understand...
...recent book, The Davis Cup, Author Edward Potter makes Dwight Davis sound like some sort of Olympian grease monkey. Potter means well...
...first place. The ideal Cup match would have pitted an Australian team of Rod Laver, Tony Roche and John Newcombe against the U.S.'s finest. But in the peculiar stratification of tennis players, the Australian stars are classified as full-fledged professionals (as opposed to "players" like Ashe, who may compete for money but are not under professional contract to any organization). Last July, Davis Cup officials voted down a motion to sanction the series as an open tournament, which served to preclude the game's top players from competition and perpetuate the charge of "shamateurism" that...
...four feeling funky at the same time." Lennon was talking about a recording session last summer that produced the latest Beatles record. Out this week, it is called Abbey Road, in honor of the group's favorite studios in London. The disk proves lucky indeed -for listeners who like being disarmed by the world's four most fortunate and famous music makers. Melodic, inventive, crammed with musical delights, Abbey Road is the best thing the Beatles have done since Sgt. Pepper (1967). Whereas that historic record stretched the ear and challenged the mind and imagination, Abbey Road...
...library shelves, opera lovers like to think, are stuffed with forgotten masterpieces. They need only to be kissed into life by princely producers, displayed on the operatic stage, and their somnolent glimmer will instantly flame into theatrical brilliance. Alas, when such pieces are actually performed, they often seem rather dusty. Admirers argue weakly and the public packs the first performances. Then everybody goes home, resolved to save money for future investment in another round of Traviatas...