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Shortly after midnight this morning, a red 1963 Volvo pulled up at South Station to submit seven bags of mail to the tender mercies of the U. S. Postal Service. By the beginning of next week, 6936 applicants will know whether they have been admitted to Harvard, and the University's $300,000 annual admissions operation will turn its attention to the class...

Author: By Michael E. Kinsley, | Title: Final Rites Visited On '75 Class Choice | 4/17/1971 | See Source »

...build a $2.2 billion automotive plant in the Tatar Republic between Moscow and the Urals; they say that it may become the world's largest truck factory (the biggest so far was opened by Ford Motor last August in Louisville). The Russians previously had approached Sweden's Volvo and West Germany's Daimler-Benz for assistance. It is believed that they asked Ford last week to help build at least part of the Tatar plant-possibly an assembly line...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: East-West Trade: Ford in Russia's Future? | 4/27/1970 | See Source »

...incurred the injury while trying to push his car in order to jump start it early Sunday morning on Cape Cod. "My mother won the car in a contest," Cosentino said. "It's a Volvo and is supposed to last 11 years, but it only lasted 11 days." The car is still on Cape...

Author: By Bennett H. Beach, | Title: Cosentino May Not Play Against UMass Stickmen | 4/22/1970 | See Source »

...needed some gas before we got to the freeway. We pulled into a service station, and the three others slid out of the car to take care of things. Not feeling particularly mobile, I pushed back the reclining passenger seat (a standard feature on the 1970 Volvo), put my feet up on the dashboard, and turned to L. A.'s psychedelic station on the FM radio. I closed my eyes and listened to Al Kooper's guitar, clasping my hands on my well-packed gut and thinking about the bargain I'd won that...

Author: By Jeffrey S. Golden, | Title: Confessions of a Long-Haried Aristocrat | 1/26/1970 | See Source »

...looked at each other, our heads two feet apart but on opposite sides of the glass, for no more than five or six seconds. Then, his body still motionless, he rotated his head to look at the packages in the back seat, to the hood of our gleaming red Volvo, to the blaring stereo cartridge/AM-FM radio system on the dashboard, up and down my reclining body, and, just for a split second, back at my face. Then he stepped away from the window to pull the gas nozzle out of the tank, leaving a thick streak on the area...

Author: By Jeffrey S. Golden, | Title: Confessions of a Long-Haried Aristocrat | 1/26/1970 | See Source »

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