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Word: took (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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Police would not say where in the building theassault took place...

Author: By Marc J. Ambinder, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: Harvard Affiliate Raped in Byerly Hall by Stranger | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

...Core art history course I took, the majority of the writings were either Marxist, post-structuralist or post-modernist. The head TF of the course, who was fair in his tolerance of my opinions to the contrary, informed me that, indeed, the pedagogical goal was to "destabilize" the Western conception of art. So we read a large amount of Michel Foucault, whose connection to visual culture is entirely dubious...

Author: By Marc J. Ambinder, | Title: Here Come the Gender Theorists | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

...While Hearst was getting back at his professors, fellow student J.P. Morgan Jr., Class of 1889, exacted his revenge on the members of the Porcellian club. When he wasn't invited to join the prestigious society, Morgan took matters into his own hands...and wallet. He financed the purchase of the Delphic club. There were only a handful of members at the time, so they left the gaslights on at all times so other people would know that the club was now occupied; hence, the club's nickname...

Author: By Vicky C. Hallett, | Title: I'm Gonna Git YOU Sukka: Classic Stories of Revenge at Harvard | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

While Hearst was getting back at his professors, fellow student J.P. Morgan Jr., Class of 1889, exacted his revenge on the members of the Porcellian club. When he wasn't invited to join the prestigious society, Morgan took matters into his own hands...and wallet. He financed the purchase of the Delphic club. There were only a handful of members at the time, so they left the gaslights on at all times so other people would know that the club was now occupied; hence, the club's nickname...

Author: By Vicky C. Hallett, | Title: i'm gonna git YOU sukka! | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

...crane remained limp, failing to clench the plush Betty Boop I had set my sights on, so I cursed and kicked the machine. Our evening had been full to the brim with Somerville-style amusement, and we unanimously agreed to call it a night. Finding a taxi took ample effort, but after trekking a block and scaling a snow bank, we came upon the comforting sight of yellow checkers...

Author: By Eloise D. Austin, | Title: IN THE MEANTIME | 3/11/1999 | See Source »

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