Word: louds
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Then there were the Campfire Girls--two puerile Jewish American Princesses who dominated the floor in spirit by virtue of their loud, inane squels of girlish fun. They raced around in shorty nightgowns, short-sheeted beds, watched TV, hung out their windows and flirtatiously called down to men, and played cute little pranks like getting some guy to burst into my room at 3 a.m. and jump on my bed while they laughed maniacally outside. Welcome to summer camp. One of them, Lori, was a real space shot; she babbled in a soft, coy voice and wandered about in heavy...
...returned reluctantly to my first reading period, arguably the most terrifying weeks of freshman year. My neglected coursework loomed before me, and my classmates' all too evident paranoia drove me from the Union. I never went back--it was too loud and the food sucked. I drank soup in my room, worked and fended off an inexplicable herd of admirers who had suddenly materialized when I didn't want to be bothered. As a maniacally drew up my schedules for studying, I discovered to my horror that I had three exams in three days. Had I read the catalogue more...
...LeBoutillier's radicals, the tutor is a hypocrite: he wears Bass Weejuns and has a rich wife. Martin Peretz, now editor of the New Republic, is cast in much the same light--as a rabid McGovern supporter who also happens to be wealthy. "I had to laugh out loud at the irony of the situation," the author writes. In truth, of course, Peretz never supported McGovern, but that is almost beside the point. The Dick and Jane analysis would be pathetic by any standard...
...time sucked everyone into various activities and social circles and fields of study, there was only one constant: Little Joe. While most could be described as Crimson editors, or soc stud nerds, or Advocate poets, Little Joe remained a stereotype unto himself. Little Joe was playing his guitar too loud last night; Little Joe put a hole in the wall while practicing his kung fu; Little Joe smoked too much last night and wound up in Stillman Infirmary; Little Joe shaved his head just for kicks the other day. Just for kicks. For Halloween...
...football as a business and players as equipment, and it squirms with pain from beginning to end. For caricatures, the supporting characters are remarkable--they put a lot into their limited parts. G.D. Spradin as Coach Johnson has a fear-inspiring glimmer in his eye and a loud piercing voice; he's an army sergeant who's made it in the big leagues--the private sector. Jo Bob Priddy, the Baby Huey of the team, exudes a grizzly bear cuddliness and enthusiasm that brings his par out of the sterotype file from which it was lifted. And Mac Davis, despite...