Word: sweets
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Annnh! Annnh! Annnh! The repeating pierce of shrill fire alarms has become a staple for Lowellians at all hours. In the wee hours of the morning they catapult you from bed, ending sweet dreams with an abruptness Freud never could have explained. At breakfast they jar your attention from your Raisin-Bran, startling you into sudden alertness more effectively than the strongest black coffee. These aren't the lyric chimes of the famed House bells. They are Harvard's reminder to Lowellians that, mid way through October, construction still continues on the half century old structure. And they...
Given the history, what astonishes one is this tenderness. An odd, sweet quiet comes upon the field and grove in the September afternoon. The people, after their rally, rest almost dreamily on the threadbare grass. George Wallace has spoken. He sits in his wheelchair on the small flatbed metal stage in the park at Noccalula Falls near Gadsden. The people come to him. They fall into a long, orderly line to file past and take his hand and have him sign their Wallace posters...
...gold curtain rises on Verdi's La Forza del Destino at the Metropolitan Opera this season, it does more than unveil the first act set: it also reveals a bright new star in rapid ascent. As Leonora, Soprano Leona Mitchell, 34, sings with smoldering intensity. Each performance mingles sweet lyricism with raw-edged emotion that brings audiences to their feet, shouting bravas and tossing bouquets. From a dutiful but passionate daughter to the pathetic, penitent recluse at the end of the opera, Mitchell recalls Leontyne Price in the quality and dramatic power of her performance...
...breaks down and sobs and we all gaze at each other in wild surmise. He admitted to me under a pledge of deep secrecy the other morning that he was 71. I expressed token amazement because the poor dear looks and behaves like 90. There is much that is sweet about him, but he is, and always has been, almost intolerably silly...
Those were sweet words to hear. I went back to Aspen and told Rosalynn, Fritz, Cy, Harold and Zbig that everything was all right. I described my conversation with Sadat, and we went back to work. It had been a bad time...