Word: nearest
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Liverpool crowd poured across the stand, the Juventus fans panicked. Hundreds made a rush for the nearest exit, beyond a low wall at the bottom of the sloping spectator terrace. Some managed to clamber over the wall, dropping to the ground on the other side. Hundreds more were trapped, crushed by the weight of the crowd. Then, with a sickening crack, the concrete wall collapsed, killing some and spilling others onto the field in a murderous cascade of bodies and fractured concrete...
Since Harry is about to graduate, he had no alternative but to write a letter about his editorial disagreements. But were he a freshman, sophomore, or junior, he could have enjoyed two, more effective options to shake up the Forum. He could have dived for the nearest Centrex, called 498-2101, and immediately become a member of the editorial board for next year. Or he could have jogged to Lamont or Hilles, marveled at the brown plastic submission boxes, and stuffed them full of the most "adventurous" papers he has written...
...answered A or B, you should turn in your bursar's card to the nearest authority figure--you obviously came to Harvard for all the wrong reasons. While Harvard cannot claim to host the kind of campus-wide revelry found at a Florida State or a USC, the much-vaunted Harvard diversity makes up in quality what its parties lack in size...
...PAAAARRRRRTTTTYYYY!!!! Award is cheerfully hurled at the misnomered Quincy House Sherry Hours (4:30 to 6 p.m. every Thursday). Masters David and Mary Aloian are responsible for the nearest thing to a frat party legally possible, Cola, pizza, quiche, dips, chips, and yes, even sherry feed the Quincy elite in the Master's penthouse. The Quincy affairs are as crowded as Lowell Houses, but lack the aura of social restraint caused by the presence of time china and tea services. The only thing missing is a 500 wall stereo blaring "Psycho Killer...
...suspicious tribes. The protagonists are two British greenhorns with minimal survival skills. Poet James Fenton, 35, likes to spend his spare time reading the poems of Swift in a canoe. Narrator Redmond O'Hanlon, 37, is a literary naturalist who admits before embarking on the 1983 expedition, "The nearest I had ever come to a tropical rain-forest, after all, was in the Bodleian Library." Actually, he edges a bit closer when he consults some old Borneo hands. "You'll find the high spot of your day," advises one, "is cleaning your teeth. The only...