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...invention of Teflon, and the rise of readily available contraceptives. The UC party fund was a desperate measure for desperate times, and for a while succeeded in propping up the social lives of hundreds of undergraduates. Thanks to UC funding, a nervous freshman could show up to a sweatbox in Mather, guzzle a Coke and vodka cocktail, and grind their frustrations away on the sweet shanks of an upperclass flooze. Fun for Harvard upperclassmen—fun for Harvard underclassmen’s older brother—appears infirm but reasonably healthy, but sources within University Hall say it?...
...hostages, the confinement had been akin to an emotional sweatbox of unrelieved uncertainty over their ultimate fate. Would they be freed? Tried as spies? Executed? For their families at home, the months of recurring rumors of imminent release, fed by Iranian propagandists, had been painful too. Even on the verge of the actual release, noted Dorothea Morefield of San Diego, whose husband is consul general of the captive U.S. embassy: "Everybody's walking around with their fingers crossed." Said Susan Cooke of Memphis about her hostage son Donald: "I just want to grab him and hang on for dear...
Anything He Wants. In the pint-sized company of jockeys, Shoemaker is a half-pint (4 ft. 11 in., 98 Ibs.) who eats anything he wants, never visits the sweatbox, can make the weight for any horse-unlike such outsized jockeys as Arcaro (112 Ibs.), who must be fitted to heavier-handicapped horses. Unemotional as Ben Hogan, uncommunicative as Calvin Coolidge, he is well liked by his fellow jocks, well known only by close friends. He is one of the world's richest athletes. His income from racing alone averages about $250,000 a year, and he has interests...
Across the River. Soon Salinger was much too absorbed with writing to need the Village, and he began a series of withdrawals. The first took him to a cottage 24 miles away, in Tarrytown. Friends apparently found his address, because he hid out in a sweatbox near the Third Avenue el for his three-week push to finish Catcher. He decided to move again, and in one of the notable failures of Zen archery, hit on Westport. The artsy-ginsy exurb was no place for Salinger. "A writer's worst enemy is another writer," he remarked ungraciously and accurately somewhat...
...Hartack, unlike many of his colleagues, weight is never a problem. He eats outlandish combinations of foods?potato chips, pickles and ice cream, for example; yet he seldom needs to glance at a jockey's sweatbox. Nor does he need much sleep; no matter how late he bids his date good night, he sits up for an hour or two examining the past-performance charts to prepare himself for the next day in the saddle...