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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...America, not much has changed in Malikah's life. She still plays violin for the Harvard Radcliffe Orchestra, still yearns for a turtle or a fangless "medium snake." She still loves Billie Holiday, Brahms, and the dining services' honey glazed squash. And while fellow students have been known to shout "Sassy!" as she passes through the Yard, Malikah hasn't let these fifteen minutes of fame go to her head. "I think I'm sassy," Malikah says, "but I know lots of other people who are sassy...

Author: By Mike E. Farbiarz, | Title: She's Sassy, Not Seventeen | 10/14/1993 | See Source »

Ivins answered her own hotel phone (if she has a publicist travelling with her, he or she was nowhere in sight) and took off her shoes as soon as she sat down. The one thing surprising about Ivins is her voice. Her columns shout; she speaks so softly that the tape recorder could barely pick up her voice...

Author: By Lori E. Smith, | Title: Straight Talk and Texas Zingers From Molly Ivins | 10/14/1993 | See Source »

Racist? "Racist?" you shout. "We were moved by the pictures of starving humanity. We went to help them. And now here's the Crimson P.C. Patrol calling us racist...

Author: By Jacques E.C. Hymans, | Title: Somalia--White Man's Burden? | 10/12/1993 | See Source »

...mother tells me that when she was growing up, there was only one channel on TV: the Red Sox. She would sit with her father on weekend afternoons, listening to him call his own plays, and, like so many other fathers of his time, shout at his team, "the Red Slobs...

Author: By Michael K. Mayo, | Title: A Tunnel to Boston's Past | 10/9/1993 | See Source »

...melodrama, as far from the noisy concerns of our day as Polonius. The drawing-room virtues of reticence and gentility are considered dead in the Age of Prurience. Yet they still govern our lives whenever we check an impulse to explode in love or anger -- when we don't shout at a reckless motorist, or we keep quiet when we mean to proclaim our ardor. If Richard Kimble is a hero for our fugitive fantasy egos, Newland Archer is the patron saint of our everyday conscience, the coachman on our journey as the years dissolve into decades and the decades...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Good Fellow in Old New York | 9/20/1993 | See Source »

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