Word: pleasant
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Harvard Square resident, a fairly recent grad, and not quite an establishmentarian yet. Howeveh, I was a little put off at your treatment of my ex-landlord Richard Dow. "Tony" is not any rad-lib, even though his son is a genuine freak, but he is a pleasant curmudgeon. During the time we rented from him over the Billings and Stover store, we thought that he'd go mad with us hairy freaks running all over the building. But he remained as pleasant as he could, and when a broken pipe in the wall doused our office, he gave...
...turned to his wife to say "I'm glad we got here early ... It's half the fun." Groove Tube is at least as much fun as playing with balloons. Its 72-minute repertoire of video-taped comedy sketches, visual one-liners, and TV parodies is, with some exceptions, pleasant, if light-weight, entertainment...
Fortunately, a few of Groove Tube's commercials go beyond this kind of pleasant but pointlessly low humor, to probe deeper into the diseased minds of Madison Avenue with careful, closely-drawn parodies that are scarcely distinguishable from the originals. The new-car ad, for instance, uses a standard, wide-angle shot-sequence of a chromium monster gleaming in the middle of a desert, a sequence taped from an actual commercial. The dubbed-over pitch makes the claims about the car that, in an ever-tightening ring of circumlocution, the promoters of Fords, Chevrolets and Pontiacs have been working towards...
...season's final record came as a pleasant surprise to Fehrs. Without being able to field any competitors in the two heavier weight classes. Harvard was forced to forfeit these contests in every match and thereby started every meet at a ten point disadvantage...
Viewed from the outside, that vast ideological spasm made little sense. Millions of students were sent mysteriously on the rampage, tormenting innocent people, destroying works of art, defying local Communist authorities. Dai Hsiao-ai was one of those students. His story is neither pleasant nor easy reading. Yet it succeeds far better than anything yet published in transforming that frightening mass of unhinged automatons into boys and girls with human faces. Even before the first ammoniac whiffs of disorder drifted down from Peking in February 1966, the students at Canton's elite Kaochung Middle School, Dai writes, had been...