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Those who would dub the drive a failure miss the point. With the departure of Mike Mitchell and Dan Castles, Penn found its new leader. With seven Ivy games on the horizon, it couldn’t have come soon enough...

Author: By Michael R. James, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Close but No Cigar For QB | 9/30/2005 | See Source »

...dirt and mystery start with Miss Dee Meaner, a spoiled has-been child star who will stoop to anything to get back into the limelight. Cookies go missing; Miss Dee starts hanging out with Indy Sykes, a suspicious dictator-look-alike; the ship gets hijacked—possibly by a great white shark—and a Private Eye gets on the job to discover what all the chaos is about...

Author: By April B. Wang, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Hasty Pudding Launches Script for New Production | 9/30/2005 | See Source »

...don’t claim to understand any of the 10 African languages Touré sings in throughout “Talking Timbuktu,” his collaboration with American multi-culturalist Ry Cooder, but I sure miss all those crazy words...

Author: By Henry M. Cowles, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: In the Heart of the Moon: Ali Farka Touré & Toumani Diabaté | 9/30/2005 | See Source »

Among other things, this summer I drove chemicals to warehouses in New Jersey. I ended up with this unlikely job after I somehow managed to miss every substantial resume and interview deadline offered by the big companies on Wall Street handing out junior-year internships. Quickly, I had to deal with endless nagging from my mom about how my future was ebbing away, how the dream that was college life was soon to end, and how soon I would be lucky if the Spare Change guy would even give me the time of day as I panhandled on the streets...

Author: By Andrew Kreicher, | Title: May I Have Your Business Card? | 9/30/2005 | See Source »

...used to pick at the paper’s typewriters, and once upon a time, reporters would slide into the darkroom to sip a little bourbon. Or so one reporter told me. The aging newsroom displayed its two Pulitzers between the escalators, right where you couldn’t miss them. In the cafeteria, I ate the sweet butter biscuits that ladies pushed to me, saying, “Sugar” or “Miss April,” small names dropped into my hand with my pennies and dimes...

Author: By April H.N. Yee, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Where I Was “Miss April” | 9/29/2005 | See Source »

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