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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Lastly, in 1961, the country began to scream for doctors and other kinds of medical workers," he added...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Applications to Med School Continuing to Rise Sharply | 11/13/1970 | See Source »

...WHAT to do? We groan at each other in the street and take tranquilizers. We scream when we look at the catalogue and discover that the University has changed the numbers of all the courses, the kind of thing that will drive some of us to drink. We explain to each other that we are not depressed (we are not), merely delirious and confused...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: Autumn After Harvard-What? | 9/30/1970 | See Source »

...great weakness of this biography is Jay Martin's failure to find the obscure hurt that made Nathanael West scream literature. In such a man hurt lies deeper than anger, and West knew it. In Miss Lonelyhearts he hinted that he wrote "for the same reason that an animal tears at a wounded foot: to hurt the pain." What crushed his heart, he acknowledged, was the difference between what life is and what it ought to be. I am, he said, "one of those 'great despisers' whom Nietzsche loved because 'they are the great adorers; they...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Great Despiser | 8/17/1970 | See Source »

...thought-out and beautifully executed shots." Convinced that the gallery does not want to see "boring putting contests but great golf shots," he would even like to eliminate "cheap birdies" by extending the minimum length of par-five holes from 470 to 500 yds. "But, oh, would the pros scream," he says. "They are so pampered that if they ran the tour, they'd be shooting 250 for 72 holes. That would be like playing major league baseball on a softball diamond...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Combat at Hazeltine | 7/6/1970 | See Source »

...bygone eroticism; her entire accomplishment consists of dreary one-liners about bed and phalli. There is John Huston, demeaning himself as the slob-gutted, sagebrush sybarite. There is Rex Reed, whose debut as an actor is on a par with the best line the scriptwriter could give him to scream: "Where are my tits?" There is Raquel herself, who wanders about in virtual unemployment, spouting pendulous philosophy á la Vidal and a lot of pointlessly dirty words. She struggles desperately to parody herself but only sinks deeper and deeper into the bog around...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Some Sort of Nadir | 7/6/1970 | See Source »

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