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When the clock struck four and nothing was insured, Magic World broke its agreement--much to the chagrin of Springfest organizers...

Author: By David C. Newman, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Nice Weather Blesses Swingin' Springfest | 5/1/2000 | See Source »

After sophomore shortstop Mark Mager popped out to second base for the second out of the inning, Carmack struck a double to the gap in left-center to score Llanes...

Author: By Brian E. Fallon, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Baseball Loses Fifth Straight | 4/27/2000 | See Source »

...creation of the private corporation is essential to the structure of the clubs, says Shiverick. It allowed for the formation of partnerships with limited liability: each partner would not have to risk his whole fortune if disaster struck in the case of, say bankruptcy or lawsuits. In short, the corporation could be used not only to finance a railroad, but also, an orchestra, an orphanage, a polo club equipped with an imported, famous French chef or, as Shiverick notes, a “caucus room.” Thus, business, charitable and social interests all merged into a giant Brahmin...

Author: By Samuel Hornblower, | Title: Fifteen Minutes: The Old Boys' Clubs | 4/27/2000 | See Source »

...surroundings and their rich cultural heritage. But the people scoffed and said it was the fuddy-duddy Prince who was out of touch. And as for talking to his plants--well, they shook their heads and remembered the madness of the Prince's forebear, King George III, who famously struck up a conversation with a tree that he had mistaken for the King of Prussia...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: A Princely Pioneer | 4/26/2000 | See Source »

...boys from another side of the park, over by Mount Pleasant Street. We combatants were all white boys, scruffy little Dead End kids. One day I outflanked a boy in the woods and sidearmed a perfect strike at his head with a rock the size of a plum. It struck him on the temple. He clutched his head and I saw blood seep between his fingers. I ran home in horror, and hid. I was sure I had killed him. I had not. I had fractured his skull...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Let's Call Off the Vultures — Er, Politicians | 4/26/2000 | See Source »

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