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...Gordie Gardiner caught his blade on the rough water churned by a strong tail-wind. The collision jarred Gardiner's oar out of his hand and the entire boat stopped rowing while the bowman, Paul Templeton, handed Gardiner's oar back to him. By the time Harvard got their shell back up to top gear, Brown had sliced the lead to one-quarter of a length. That was as close as the Bruins got. What George Aitken called "some of the best rowing we've done," 40 strokes perminute, stretched the lead quickly to one-half of a length, then...
...entrance, in a state of hilarious discombobulation, jarred our sense of anatomical propriety from the start. Clad in screaming pink, her face masked white, Chin crawled on stage wearing a sneaker on one foot and one hand; the other leg, draped in purple, dragging behind her like a tail. Once upright, she moved hand-over-hand down her outstretched leg to reach and untie the sneaker, as though her entire body would fly apart at any moment if she were less than excruciatingly careful. The contrast between an animal's lithe movements and the spasmodic fragility of the upright dancer...
NUMBER 5 or 6, GREG KIRSCH. Sophomore from Auburndale, cracked into varsity lineup for first time at tail end of '77 schedule...played extremely well on southern trip, finished 3-2...an experienced clay-court player, Kirsch has made himself into a strong all-surface player...has a very solid, consistent game, if not too flashy...has no glaring weaknesses, with strong groundstrokes and volleys, and a good kick-serve...a smart doubles player, and match-tough in both singles and doubles from long years of competition...of Czechoslovakian descent, joints Chaikovsky as second Slavic member of team...
...break away until I had agreed to both buy his book and open my heart to Krishna's message. Book in hand, eyes glancing feverishly at my watch, I headed for the departure gate--only to run head on into a representative of another eastern mystical cult. I turned tail and headed up the other staircase, and arrived just in time to see the orange paint of my bus fading slowly into the distance...
Thinking back to those childhood scare stories (Want some candy, little boy? Your daddy sent me to get you. Get in.), I turned tail and ran, for the second time that day. And I don't flee all that often, under normal circumstances. My friend cruised by two minutes later and whisked me off to safety and the comforts of a home away from home...