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Jeffers' last poems rank below his best. Stripped of the beauty of language, Jeffers' sentiments seem merely sour, the eccentric crankiness of an old man who could never learn to live with other people. But there are occasional flashes of the old genius, when the cruel philosophy is so alluringly put, as in Birds and Fishes: The winds and the wild hungers, the waveworn skerries, the bright quick minnows...
...game, on the third day added a second straight 73 to his opening round 74 and grumpily conceded that he was out of the running. "My putting stinks," he said. "I'll be glad when this is over." So would a lot of other golfers. The weather turned sour, and for five hours it poured rain. Cool and cautious, Nicklaus changed his leather glove five times in 18 holes, slashed a 74 that-bad as it was-was enough to give him the third round lead...
...operators usually signed a UMW contract, the union consented to a "sweetheart agreement," that essentially allowed the operator to pay what he could for wages as long as he paid the 40 cents per ton royalty. But as the market and price for coal dropped, the "sweetheart agreements" turned sour. Deterioration in wages was accepted by the men as long as they retained their welfare benefits. About two years ago, however, the smaller operators began defaulting on their royalty payments...
Special Chemical. Aznavour grew up in Paris, dwarfed by everything. At home, his immigrant family constantly sang the songs of their native Armenia, but from infancy Charles had what he calls "a little frog" in his throat. During the German occupation, his luck turned so sour that he took to hawking papers in the streets in order to support his night life as a ducktailed razou in tight pants and flashy jacket; when the nightclubs closed, he went home on roller skates. But shouting out headlines gave a resonant fogginess to his crippled voice, and soon Aznavour was a fulltime...
...essence of Cornell is freedom," gloats one professor. "You're king of your classroom." Student life is equally free; attendance is not taken after freshman year and upper-class drinking in rooms is unrestricted. The student guidebook even recommends "sour hour" at a local tavern noted for TGIF parties ("Thank goodness it's Friday"). As in White's "godless" day, Cornell still has no religion department. As campus speakers, it welcomes not only