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...about giving up national sovereignty remained. But first, the party had to unite behind a new leader. "We must heal the wound quickly," said Alan Clark, junior Minister of Defense and a Thatcher supporter. Echoed Timothy Raison, a Tory M.P. and Hurd backer: "We simply must put all this rancor behind us and unite." A Thatcher admirer to the last, Hurd nevertheless called for an end to her confrontational style of politics. "We must practice persuasion rather than assertion," he said...
Some, like The Crimson in its editorials, have suggested that students have "veto power" over the search committee's presidential picks. I can already see the headlines: "Activists Reject Fourth Presidential Nominee: University Scrambles to Meet Demands." If you want a recipe for rancor and deadlock, follow The Crimson's advice...
Even so, the women-in-the-locker-room system for the most part works when league commissioners, team executives and players want it to. In the National Basketball Association, which gave women equal access without rancor or lawsuits, these altercations have not taken place. The players use bathrobes or rely on towels to ensure their privacy...
This year has offered plenty of thrills, some of them actually on the field. Fans who swore they would never forgive players for the lockout delay of Opening Day have since misplaced their rancor and delighted in the annual spectacle of stars born and reborn. Cecil Fielder, exiled to Japan last year, signs with Detroit and threatens to become the first American Leaguer to bop 50 home runs since Mantle and Maris in '61. Dave Justice, toiling in Triple A, gets promoted to the haggard Atlanta Braves in mid-May and hits 28 home runs: out of nowhere, into orbit...
QUICK CHANGE. Bill Murray pulls off a bank heist in a clown suit, but he doesn't need a red nose to be funny. The actor's glancing, genial sarcasm buoys the action for the first half-hour. Then this caper comedy sinks into a puddle of urban rancor. Who needs another stale chorus of I Hate New York...