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...strategy met with uneven success in the first half, but Cornell seemed to fold in the second stanza under the continued pressure...

Author: By Johnny Brandt, | Title: Women Cagers Nip Cornell; Tough Year Ends With Victory | 2/22/1982 | See Source »

...Western dialect--the country's official language. East Bengal saw its natural resources, jute and burlap, siphoned off to the factories of West Pakistan, and its educated population largely blocked from the nation's industrial and military establishment. Meanwhile, investments and other aid from the United States abetted the uneven development, supporting a military government that had abandoned even the formal habits of democracy...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Joi Bangla | 2/11/1982 | See Source »

Buckley embroiders this story with subplots and uneven characterizations of such personages as Allen Dulles, J. Edgar Hoover, Dean Acheson, Nikita Khrushchev and Charles de Gaulle. The results are mixed. The author's portrait of Hoover, for example, seems a weak parody of old newsweeklies: "Jut-jawed, beefy, all business...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Ivy League Bond | 1/18/1982 | See Source »

...fortune in corrugated iron here.) Great sheets of it are slabbed up in front of government buildings and on the "peace line" that separates the Catholic Falls Road from the Protestant Shankill. In the centers of the streets are "dragon's teeth"?huge squares of stone arranged in uneven rows to prevent fast getaways. Downtown in the "control zone," no car may be parked unattended. Solitary figures sit like dolls behind the wheels to prove there is no bomb. Armored personnel carriers, called "pigs" by the children, poke their snouts around corners and lurch out to create sudden roadblocks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Belfast: Nothin's Worth Killing Someone | 1/11/1982 | See Source »

Wind off the river blows cigarette butts and debris up Boylston Street at that hour of the morning, and cold jets of air blast into every pore in the faces of stragglers making their way down the uneven brick sidewalks. Crossing Anderson Bridge the chill of the wind hits its peak. Billowing gusts whip down the Charles from the Atlantic, chilling to tears, and anyone crossing the construct stiff-leggedly because his joints feel frozen, wishes to hell he'd never dragged himself out of his humid sheets to face this arctic wasteland...

Author: By John Rippey, | Title: A Return to the Stage | 12/5/1981 | See Source »

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