Word: sipped
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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While the Harvard cheerleaders loll about on the sidelines doing push-ups when the Crimson scores, and the Harvard fans leisurely sip on their Scotch-and-waters, the Band vehemently eggs the Harvard charges onward with traditional cheers like "Shove that Ball" and "E to the x! dy! dx!/E to the y! dy!/cosine, secant, tangent, sine/three point one four one five nine/come on Harvard, give 'em the digit!" The latter cheer is called "Engineers...
...town square, men gather beneath plane trees to sip retsina, a resin-flavored wine. They see a photographer and nod knowingly to each other: "Spiro." At the corner of Aristotle and Socrates streets stands a house built some 200 years ago by an earlier Anagnostopoulos. Spiro's cousin, Andreas, a quiet, naturally dignified man, lives on the second floor with his family...
...Daphne du Maurier lives, the book shrewdly borrows an old device to exploit the current literary craze for communication with the dead. Richard Young, a suggestible publisher, is persuaded by a scientist friend to be guinea pig for his latest discovery: a potion which abruptly evokes the past. One sip puts Young in the company of Roger Kylmerth, an early occupant of Kilmarth, who is immersed in the intricate plottings of the neighboring gentry and even a national struggle between partisans of Edward III and England's regent Isabella of France...
...beautiful brunch. I decide to have scrambled eggs instead of fried. I put a lot of cream in my coffee, and I take a lot of butter for my blueberry muffin. A beautiful brunch. I sit down by myself, take a sip of my coffee, and turn to the article about Namath. It's by a woman, and she starts off talking about the new book by Jerry Kramer. What do women know about football...
What of the Women? There are no bar girls to be found in any of the villages. The men, after a day's farming in the stony fields, or, at Gravia, in the bauxite mines, stroll to the cafe, lay down their crooked walking sticks and sip ouzo or Cretean tsikoudhia while they play cards and talk. The women, too, work the fields, and for diversion "they have their Sunday evening walk," says a village elder in Aghia Paraskevi. "On Sunday evening, everybody gets into the streets and walks up and down until they get tired." A young Gravian...