Word: steeped
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...detailed and vast, set--appropriately in this Bicentennial year--in the colonial style of our forefathers. The Liberty Bell, Paul Revere's Ride, a Puritan Village--all these chapters of our history are arranged perfectly in order that we may knock golf balls through them. The price is steep--$2.50--but a miniature golf course this made-to-order is worth much more...
...hardly a solution to Haiti's underlying problems. Basically, the once abundant island is an ecological disaster area. The relatively few acres of good bottom land are owned by American sugar growers or by the Duvalier family and their friends. The rest of the island consists largely of steep hillsides that have been denuded of trees-the wood is converted to charcoal and sold in the capital of Port-au-Prince for five times the 300 a bag the peasants receive for it. When it does rain, the soil on the hills is washed away. There is, moreover, virtually...
...smash hit in 1926. The Loeb's version is directed by Loeb's Wunderkind Josh Rubins '70, author of the well-received musical Suffragette! At the Loeb tonight through Saturday and July 7-12 at 8 p.m. except Saturday at 9. Tickets are a steep $5.50 and $6.50, but if you're a student and you get there 15 minutes early, you can get a dollar knocked off the price...
...Steep Price. The Christian Democrats will be pressed hard by the Socialists, whose economic program does not differ seriously from the Communists'. In the past, the government could always control the Socialists by threatening to form a coalition with right-wing parties, but last week's vote makes that virtually impossible. Thus the Socialists are in a position to demand a steep price for continuing to support the Christian Democrats in a center-left government. They may insist, for example, on getting two of the three key Cabinet seats-Interior, Defense and Foreign Affairs. If they are denied...
...smell of pine cut into my sleep in the late afternoon and I could hear the truck whining against a steep incline. I pushed open the back gate and the Sierra Nevada, red in the setting sun, passed by like a slow-moving train. The forest was hypnotic, nothing moved out there in the dark green silence. Darkness came in from the east, and falling back to sleep, I wondered what it was like in the Far East to have the morning sun come up over the Pacific, to have the mountains cast their shadow over the west...