Word: squashings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...been a very difficult summer," Watson acknowledges, as he has had to consider the vacancies for coaching spots in men's vasity basketball, women's crew, squash and tennis and an assistant slot on the men's swim team. The most serious vacancy to crop up, though, was a direct fallout of the athletic director controversy. Late last month Baaron B. Pittenger Jr., associate director of athletics and a leading contender for Watson's job, left Harvard to become director of publicity and special events for the United States Olympic Committee in New York...
...comptroller's quarters at the L'Enfant Plaza hotel are among the busiest in Washington, as U.S. bank examiners press their potentially explosive investigation of Bert Lance's financial affairs. The comptroller's lengthy report is due soon, perhaps this week, and could save or squash the powerful budget director, who is Jimmy Carter's old pal, former creditor and longtime close confidant. Says Deputy Comptroller C. Westbrook Murphy: "All we're dealing with is the survival of Bert Lance and the reputation of the President, not to mention the performance of some...
...wife Patricia are living in an officer's house at the Washington Navy Yard. He plays tennis at 6:45 a.m. twice a week on Navy courts with a neighbor, Vice Admiral Robert Monroe. He jogs in the evening with his golden retriever Hornblower, occasionally plays squash at the Pentagon...
Winthrop did, of course, win some championships: A and B squash, B and coed volleyball, ice hockey, wrestling and fencing. In addition, the coed touch football team completed its third consecutive undefeated season. Final Straus Cup Point Standings Winthrop 1745 Lowell 1411 Eliot 1329 Quincy 1086 Kirkland 1061 Mather 922 North 916 Currier 821 Leverett 678 Dunster 632 Dudley 617 Adams 568 South...
...what had to happen, did. Late for a class one afternoon I raced down the hall, and foolishly grabbed for the closing iron-gate on the antiquated elevator. Slamming inside, and swinging the door behind me, I sensed a smell of squash rackets and straight teeth. She was there. In the elevator. With me. Well, you can only stare at the graffitti on the elevator-walls for so long, and you can only chew your shirt-collar in anxiety for so long, and you can only notice that the elevator is not moving, the elevator is not moving the elevator...