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Word: rays (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...medley relay, we did a flip-flop with a couple of swimmers," Harvard coach Ray Essick said yesterday. For Harvard, George Keim swam the butterfly portion instead of Hess Ynetma and Wes Raffel was the anchorman in place of Keim...

Author: By James W. Reinig, | Title: Harvard Swimmers Down Yale to Nab Ivy Title | 3/4/1974 | See Source »

Acting with no character to develop, an odd exercise, becomes a contest in comparative idiocy. The losers on opening night included Rick Hagan as Androgen, Ray Nied as Pritteples, and Steven Kolzak as Swoedipus, though Kolzak was unusual in the cast for having a good voice and being audible. Generally the diction was about as muddy as the Hasty Pudding yogurt served at halftime...

Author: By Dwight Cramer, | Title: I'd Rather French-Kiss the Blob | 3/2/1974 | See Source »

Despite Yale's 6-4 overall record, Crimson coach Ray Essick is aware of Yale's potential. "If they make a major preparation for the meet, including shaving, every race will be tight," he said yesterday...

Author: By Dennis P. Corbett, | Title: Swimmers Wary of Yale Hex In Season's Final Dual Meet | 3/2/1974 | See Source »

...back. "Ah, padre, padre, un vaso, por favor." Father, father, one glass, please, they said excitedly as they pressed around the priest. I began to understand what was going on, and so I tried to move off to the side, where I hoped I would not be noticed. Padre Ray had little choice. The campesino with the urn, his face dirty from the day's sweat, eagerly swung the container off his back and took from his pocket a small cup, on which he blew to remove any dust that may have accumulated, and then dipped it into...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: Bolivia | 2/25/1974 | See Source »

...more difficult. In any case, I do remember that with each mouthful of grilled meat, salty potatoes, and watery corn, I experienced what the Bolivians call una revolucion del estomago. The weak electric light that hung above us cast a pale glow on the oily table where we ate. Ray was reserved as usual, so I was unable to determine if he was aware of the depths to which I was rapidly plunging. After he had finished his bottle of beer, we got up and walked out into the street. El padre walked ahead, with his firm resolute step...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: Bolivia | 2/25/1974 | See Source »

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