Word: past
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...course. the soccer team went through some of the same motions last year as the football squad has during the past few months. No one would argue that the 1968 booters suffered from a lack of talent. There were some bad injuries, but not enough to explain the team's collapse. After going through the first eight games without a loss, the booters crumbled to finish 2-3-2 in the Ivy League and barely escape the cellar. "It has been a disappointing season." coach Bruce Munro said at the time. Meanwhile, Munro wasn't earning much praise from those...
...third period started out slowly for the Crimson. Hartwick once again took the initiative, but could not get past the Crimson fullbacks. On one play, the Warriors charged Meyers with three forwards. Sophomore fullback Chris Wilmot-whom Munro calls the "sweeper" on his 3-man defense-managed to turn away one Warrior, block the other two, and gain possession of the ball...
Just lately a shift in feeling has set in. As times grow more difficult, the new looks less promising; the settled old ways take on new luster. Anyone too inclined to idealize the countrified past, however, or dote on the imagined joys of continuity, might do well to study, as a cautionary text, this extraordinary portrait of an English village. Akenfield is a pseudonym for a real agricultural village of 300 souls about 90 miles and-until recently-several cultural centuries removed from London. "On the face of it," remarks Ronald Blythe, "it is the kind of place in which...
What really sets Akenfield apart is a sot-in-its-ways, living connection with the rural English past. With vision unblurred by the nostalgia that so often distorts literary renderings of bucolic yesterday, the inhabitants of Akenfield look back to a way of life only just starting to disappear and find it a world well lost. Leonard Thompson, for instance, is 71, a farm laborer from an old family of farm laborers. "Village people in Suffolk in my day," he says, "were worked to death. It literally happened. It is not a figure of speech." The "old ones," he adds...
...nobody, it appears, is so entirely free from nostalgia that he cannot recall a past moment of particular delight. Fred Mitchell, 85, for instance, is now an invalid living with his unmarried middle-aged son. He remembers that the old days were full of raw fear-of landlords, of weather, of hunger. "But I have forgotten one thing," he adds. "The singing. There was such a lot of singing ... So I lie. I have had pleasure. I have had singing...