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...that is what I am told," bellowed the senior Senator from Massachusetts. "I, of course, don't have any firsthand experience at it." He paused a few seconds as the silent audience waited. Then he added what they all suspected he would: "Yet!" The crowd erupted with a roar of approval...
...final round against, as it turned out two days later, the Montreal Canadiens. Only three times in 39 years had the Rangers got so far. In the seats near the rafters high above Madison Square Garden, fans long accustomed to disappointment got rid of decades of frustration, standing to roar their joy for four full minutes. On the ice below, Center Phil Esposito danced around the rink sur pointe, a 37-year-old veteran turned little boy again. Later, revelers jammed the sidewalks along 33rd Street, and cab drivers set out to carry news of the victory through the city...
...hickory, pine and bobolinks that grace the center's 15 acres are not enough, there is what may be termed the reality walk. A peripatetic scholar will stroll to the end of the center's private road and scuff pebbles along Alexander Drive while authentic truck drivers roar past. Then, with perspective restored and the latest Alice-Lucy masterpiece well on the road to digestion, it's back to the study. Or to a seminar. There are four ongoing seminars meeting this year, rather forbiddingly titled "Man and Nature," "Ideals of Education...
...lining up before dawn and service station operators grant appointments like doctors, a customer at a San Francisco self-service pump jumped to the head of the queue, then stabbed a man in line behind him who tried to protest. In Miami, some drivers tank up and roar off without paying when attendants turn their backs...
Later that day, accompanied by her husband Denis, Thatcher visited a Cadbury chocolate factory, donning a white smock over her elegant suit. She spent several minutes cramming brightly wrapped chocolate eggs into yellow boxes. "How many to the box?" she asked over the roar of the machinery. "Forty-eight," was the answer. "Can I do it?" she asked at once, and promptly sat down to pack two boxes. She lamely tried to stuff chocolates into trays that glided slowly past her on a conveyor belt, but found the job difficult. "It takes concentration, doesn't it?" she said with...