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...train trip from Seattle with her beloved parents to visit relatives in Minneapolis. Then her mother and father die, victims of the flu epidemic of 1918, leaving the heroine and three younger brothers orphaned into the harsh care of an aunt and uncle: "If I was beaten with a razor-strop for having won a prize in a city-wide essay contest, I had no need to ask myself why . . . it was to keep me from getting stuck up -- logical, given our position. And it was easy to find the cause of that; it was simply that our parents...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Mary, Mary HOW I GREW | 4/27/1987 | See Source »

...school or at home, a sense that other options had been exhausted. Olton, Rizzo and Cheryl Burress had all dropped out of Bergenfield High. Lisa had just been suspended. Friends say that both Rizzo and Olton had been treated at drug- or alcohol-rehabilitation clinics. Police found superficial razor slashes on both Rizzo's and Olton's wrists the morning their bodies were discovered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Teen Suicide: Two death pacts shake the country | 3/23/1987 | See Source »

...Read About My Death is much more than proof that feminism is alive and well and living at the Newbury Street Theater. It is also a gritty, razor-sharp cultural critique which blends satire, sight gags and profanity to create a history of the last three and a half decades of the feminist movement in America...

Author: By Charles E. Cohen, | Title: Feminist Follies | 3/12/1987 | See Source »

...film introduces Starchild strolling along Mass Ave singing "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" in a loud, defiant voice. In another vivid scene, Starchild is shown meticulously shaving his head with a straight razor, explaining that since he has no wife he has to do the job himself...

Author: By Allison L. Jernow, | Title: Living and Filming On The Street | 3/4/1987 | See Source »

...knew, of course, that there was no bomb in the bag, but I couldn't imagine what was making the noise. I opened it and discovered that my electric razor had turned on when I dropped the bag. I laughed and showed the buzzing razor to the terrified people, who were peering cautiously from the corridor. The policeman crawled from under the bench, and the two warriors returned to their table. We all laughed together...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Poet's View of Glasnost | 2/9/1987 | See Source »

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