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Word: soon (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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This year, when Dennis Dunn threw to Stratton behind the line, the Crimson defense did not collapse. "It was the flea-flicker like they did last year. We thought they might try something. As soon as Stratton took a step back, I just went deep," Coppinger said...

Author: By Jeffrey R. Toobin, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: Defense Outshines Yale's Vaulted Unit | 11/19/1979 | See Source »

...horrified to learn that Harvard University may soon close the Linden St. Pinocchio's. Four years ago, when I was but a mere pup, I launched a visceral vendetta against the wurst of Harvard Square's greasy spoons. Yes, I had wretched on cold fries; yes, I had quaffed pizzas; and yes, I had revolted on molted BLTs...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Save the Pizza | 11/19/1979 | See Source »

...destroy all his memories of the man, anxious to forget even the happy moments in a frustrating childhood. But hounded by the playwrights' curse, he cannot ignore the voices of the past. Charlie hears the voices so clearly that, as in Our Town, they climb again into their bodies. Soon his Da is smoking in an arm chair, his mother baking in the kitchen, and he, as a teenager, reading at the kitchen table...

Author: By David Frankel, | Title: Honor Thy Father | 11/15/1979 | See Source »

...Soon cars gather around the trailer giving it some clubishness. I imagine its members as reckless romantics, with hearts that pump them out of planes, with a love for life so great that they're dying to risk it. But they slowly roll out of their cars, struggle to stand erect and stretch and scratch their heads, stomachs or buttocks. They yawn and speak of last night, of all that beer. A paunchy man, dressed in blue jeans and a dirty white sweat shirt ambles towards us. "You here to jump?" A moment of silence. "Well my, my name...

Author: By James L. Tyson, | Title: Stepping Out Over Taunton | 11/14/1979 | See Source »

...controls with a frayed Red Sox cap and a parachute. "Let's go," he yells. The jump master arranges us in a small Cessna with flaking paint. I sit next to the pilot, my back to the controls, staring out the window of the door through which I will soon exit. I watch as the plane rumbles down the runway, lifts and spirals over the center, the lakes, the large clumps and bands of trees and the long strings of high tension wires. The master standing at the door of the plane, straddles my legs, smiles and shouts over...

Author: By James L. Tyson, | Title: Stepping Out Over Taunton | 11/14/1979 | See Source »

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