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...upperclassmen, Gen Ed is also a plan of distribution, a vague set of signposts suggesting where to scatter some courses outside one's major field...
...added incentive. I just tell myself to try harder. It's a little like bleeding. First you have to stop the blood -then you try to heal the wound." Perfection. This year Palmer seems to have mended the only noticeable flaw in his game: his tendency to scatter his booming 300-yd. drives. "There's no such thing as perfection in golf," he says. "I'm playing better, and the main improve ment is in my driving accuracy. I'm not hitting the ball any further, but I'm posi tioning it better...
...while both Jorge and Viridiana are away from home, the lower orders rise up and breach the walls of privilege. Eager as rats they scatter through the house, squeaking and plundering, happy as fiends with a rich man's soul. Out come the linens and the candelabra, the rare wines, the cates and dainties, a whole lamb. Like dukes the poor pilgarlics sit them down to a palatial feast that rapidly degenerates into a gutter brawl. But the brawl is intended also as a rite, as the dissolution of a desiccated society in a Dionysian mystery. In the depths...
...situation is more difficult. Last week a government plane flew over Red-held territory to drop prop aganda leaflets bearing Diem's New Year's message to his people. The plane crashed, killing eight Americans and two Vietnamese. Another plane was scheduled to take off later and scatter more leaflets, this .time bearing a good-will message from President John Kennedy. Both sets of leaflets could not be dropped from the same plane, it was said, because in South Viet Nam, Diem takes precedence over Kennedy...
Hard by the Swiss-German border, 50 green-coated hunters crouched in the bulrushes and cocked their scatter-guns. The hunters were edgy. It was 7:27 a.m.-three minutes left before they could start banging away legally at the flock of plump, brown-black Belchen (coots) paddling peacefully across the nippy surface of Lake Constance. Suddenly, a single shot sounded-then a rapid fusillade. Out of the reeds raced a Swiss patrol boat. "Wrho fired those shots?" roared an angry official. "Not us," answered a sullen German hunter. "It was those damned Tierschutzverein [i.e., S.P.C.A.] people trying to warn...