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Others are correct in urging the US to "ponder" our initial placement of Marines in Lebanon. But we must go one step further in admitting that we erred. To withdraw from the war torn country would not be bowing to intimidation, but, rather, a responsible recognition of our mistake...
...wreak, he leaves Easy Street to live adventure and try his fortune. After ups and downs, he finds his greatest solace in having his own family. Affairs of business (the board of directors wants a new chairman) drive him away again, and in that journey his family is torn asunder, eclipsed, distanced from each other, only to come together years later after great hardship and anguish. The story provides a paradigm of family traumas: striking out alone, marriage, divorce, filial differences or just plain lack of time for each other. But ultimately, Pericles celebrates the nuclear family which endures...
...Boston, Superintendent Robert Spillane is improving one of the nation's most racially torn school systems. An apt symbol is South Boston High School, where whites clashed with blacks in the mid-'70s. Today Southie is a well-balanced school with a population of 856 students that is 43% black, 34% white, 11% Asian and 12% Hispanic. In 1976 Headmaster Jerome Winegar began an in-school suspension program: students who get into trouble are assigned special help under a supervising teacher instead of being
...collages that most clearly represent the "French" aspect of his work. He put this explicitly in the title of an early one, The French Line, 1960. Its main element is the top of a diet-toast package torn and shaded into a shape vaguely suggestive of a liner at sea seen bow-on. Its stripes suggest deck chairs and awnings, and they convey one into the atmosphere of luxury and fine-tuned bodies that was part of the fantasy raised by the S.S. France, and first-class ocean travel in general, two decades ago. The diet wafers, the label tells...
...falling on to stones and plaster. She searched in her mind for the poetry but she could not remember the order of the words. She closed her eyes and in the room above the vegetable shop blood spurted in a torrent, splashing on to the wallpaper that was torn and hung loosely down. The blood was sticky, running over the backs of her hands and splashing on to her hair. It soaked through her clothes, warm when it reached her skin...