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When there's two feet of snow on the ground and three feet of slush in the streets, people in Cambridge tend to find strange escapes. Some even take to snow-diving, a cold but existential sport...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 'Crime' in the Snow | 2/26/1969 | See Source »

...scripted by French playwright Jean Anouilh. Sunday night, Act I, everything transformed--fences, archways, and street signs--into a campus-wide version of Zhivago's ice palace. But, over the next two days, the scene changed as the snow melted into sluggish tears, the tears turning into rivers of slush and mud. By mid-week and the final curtain, all had frozen. Ice. The trees--their branches torn and crippled and frozen--stood out in painful ugliness against a threatening...

Author: By Gregg J. Kilday, | Title: The Rehearsal | 2/15/1969 | See Source »

...LONG lonely sound of the Long Island Railroad came aching down and down the track. Floral Park, Long Island was covered, silent and pure. The lost women, bundled mysteriously in snowsuits and galoshes, slipped, slithered, splashed, cursed and fell into the cold new-sprung fantasies of Long Island slush. They called to us, those strong silent people of this frontier town as they crouched proud and good against the creeping creeps of Queens. They called to us through the black ladened skies. "Get out of town. Cut your hair." Strange, and lonely, their cry. Floral Park, Long Island, I long...

Author: By Betsy Nadas, | Title: Oh Lost and By the Wind Greaved, Cambridge, We're Back | 2/13/1969 | See Source »

Harvard, Radcliffe, and the entire Northeast peered out from under two feet of snow, slowly turning to slush yesterday, as the worst non-blizzard in twenty years moved...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: From Lynn to Quincy Here Come the Sludge | 2/11/1969 | See Source »

...Olive as "Martini"), liked to break up stuffy parties by doing cartwheels or tossing the other ladies' shoes out the window. She was married only once-briefly, to Actor John Emery-but took a legion of lovers and gleefully admitted: "I'm as pure as the driven slush." Columnists were forever sniping at her and getting blasted right back. "Are you ever mistaken for a man on the phone?" Broadway Gossip Earl Wilson asked her. "No," she rasped. "Are you?" Yet some of her best lines were about herself. "They used to shoot Shirley Temple through gauze. They...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Milestones: Dec. 20, 1968 | 12/20/1968 | See Source »

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