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...busloads from Wellesley, Simmons, Tufts, Pine Manor--like it? So do a lot of people, panting up the steps of Mem Hall, tonight's the night guys, eh? Eh? Whatever...

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

Last week Rosalynn took her mission on the road, traveling 5,500 miles to nine stops and back to Washington in four days, from Chicago to Pine Bluff, Ark. (100°), to Dallas and Harlingen, Texas (103°), to Fresno, Calif. (106°). Scheduled weeks ago, the tour was originally intended to tout such pet projects as a self-help volunteer fair and a community health center and to raise funds for her husband's reelection. But after the recent maelstrom, reported TIME Correspondent Johanna McGeary, the trip turned into a roving revival meeting intended to restore America...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Selling True Grit | 8/6/1979 | See Source »

With her sinewy shanks and thewy thighs, the new nurse in Pine Valley Hospital on ABC's daytime soaper All My Children could easily be a pro- athlete. She is: it's Czech-born Tennis Czarina Martina Navratilova-, 22, making her acting debut. As a nurse named Bolasni in episode No. 2,448, Navratilova is on-camera for exactly four seconds, time enough to walk past a couch and out of the picture. She only emotes during an off-camera stethoscopy by the show's heartthrob, Dr. Chuck Tyler (Richard Van Vleet). "They probably didn...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Jun. 18, 1979 | 6/18/1979 | See Source »

...bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like a pine tree that had fallen...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like a pine tree that had fallen...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/5/1979 | See Source »

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