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...faded jeans and open leather vest, a can of Budweiser in his hand, he looks like a leftover from the 1960s. Back then, in fact, he marched regularly in the streets of Berkeley, Calif., taking part in civil rights and antiwar demonstrations. Despite his casual look, Herbert Wayne Boyer is a millionaire many times over, at least on paper. More important, he is in the forefront of a new breed of scientist-entrepreneurs who are leading gene splicing out of the university laboratory and into the hurly-burly of industry and commerce...
...Yale duo of Helen Hyde and Sue Doten might also prove unassailable in the breaststroke events, unless Crimson freshman Susan Kim can slip between them in the 50-yard contest. "New Wave" Kim, a precocious sprinter who dons Devo glasses and a gold lame vest before her races, could also place in the 100-yard individual medley...
...Inauguration, Reagan will be the first President since J.F.K. to wear formal morning attire. The selection, made by Reagan himself: an Italian-style black jacket of barathea cloth and striped gray woolen trousers with a three-button dove-gray vest, an outfit for which Reagan's Beverly Hills tailor, Frank Mariani, will charge him $1,250. Average rental price of a similar suit for Washington dignitaries: $42. The new President has no head for toppers. Nancy has a new mink in the closet, but may forgo it in favor of a Republican cloth coat. The Reagans' attire will...
Other strong Crimson performances came from freshman Susan Kim, and sophomores Kathy Davis, Maureen Gildea and Terri Frick. Representing the new wave of swimming, Kim cavorted around behind the starting blocks in a gold lame vest and Devo-style glasses before winning the 100-yd. IM and the 50-yd. breaststroke with times of 1:05.46 and 34.37. And although they were recovering from the flu, Davis, Gildea and Frick all managed to pull out wins with gutsy performances...
...America, he could not get away with being a bagman for postadolescent jocks even if he tried. Nor is he a helmet-bashing maniac who views Saturday afternoons in the stadium as the moral equivalent of Dday. He is, at times, treated a bit too royally by those who vest football with more importance than it deserves. But he is also scorned too savagely by those who do not understand that the game has a rightful place in the life of small towns, schools, city back lots, the nation...