Word: saws
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...returned home to Quincy House a few nights ago, I saw a large skunk scurry across Plympton Street right in front of me. It darted out the back of Hillel, ran across the pavement and disappeared under a car parked on the far curb. The skunk stopped me dead in my tracks--I figured it wouldn't attack unless provoked. But it was more than just fear of fumigation that quickened my pulse. The sight of such wildness, incongruous against the backdrop of red-brick Georgian houses, unsettled me in a way I can't completely describe. Why would...
...would have soon forgotten this incident had I not seen something equally unusual the next day. Walking through the Yard on my way to section, I saw a wide circle of people standing near Thayer Hall. At the center of the circle sat an enormous red-tailed hawk, clutching a dead squirrel between its talons. I braved the cold weather for nearly half an hour to watch this beautiful, strange bird. One woman snuck closer to take pictures with a telephoto lens; another bystander filmed the al fresco meal with a video camera...
Unlike the slumping Crimson, Brown (12-12, 7-5) comes into Cambridge as one of four teams still alive in the Ivy title race. The Bears remained in third place by defeating last-place Columbia, 77-64, in a game that saw four Brown players score double digits...
...probably assumed that they had heard it all before, and that if it was all old news, who needed it? Those people, no matter what their political opinions might be, come from the same part of the body politic: the jaded part. But those weren't the people who saw the former governor of New York cry, twice...
...LOOKED AT THE OFFICE SPACE above his restaurant and had a vision. He saw a fountain of booze and a windfall of cash. So, he built a bar. Thus was born The Lounge and the legend of the Kong as we know it today. From the beginning, the foundation of that legend has been the Scorpion Bowl, a tub of fruit punch, maraschino cherries, orange slices, ice and a dash of vodka. Every night, for the past 20 years, mature adults have gathered to suck on three-foot straws as if those straws were their mothers' teats. Indeed, since...