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Word: matter (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Everybody was unhappy. It was only a matter of coordination." From his fortified villa in the mainland province of Rio Muni, where he had lived in seclusion for the past two years, Macias put up a brief fight, then fled into the jungle. But first, he burned a huge pile of banknotes: some $105 million in Guinean and foreign currency, or just about all the cash in the country, which he had gathered up before he retired to the villa...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: EQUATORIAL GUINEA: Despot's Fall | 8/20/1979 | See Source »

...doesn't really matter. As one Crimson editor pointed out last year, Ed King can't raise the dope...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A Guide to Freshman Week | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties, I'd had enough. I didn't want to meet any more people out to prove to me that they deserved to be at Harvard. I didn't want to take tours and gape at the Yard, or watch people...

Author: By J.wyatt Emmerich, | Title: A Ticket to Ride | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...response from. Urbane, relatively friendly, and one of Harvard's most important black officials, Epps manages the inchoate collection of student organizations here from his busy office. He's also the head disciplinarian for undergraduates, carrying out whatever sentences the Ad Board hands down, so no matter how amiable he is, he might not be the man to go to in a pinch...

Author: By Scott A. Rosenberg, | Title: The College's Bevy of Bureaucrats | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

...blared from every corner of the Yard, while huge groups of drunken men huddled and leered at women going from party to party. I got asked the big four questions--name, school, career plans, SAT scores--so often I could recite them in seconds (although I refused, as a matter of principle, to talk scores). After one night of parties, I'd had enough. I didn't want to meet any more people out to prove to me that they deserved to be at Harvard. I didn't want to take tours and gape at the Yard, or watch people...

Author: By Susand D. Chira, | Title: Welcome to my Night-mare | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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