Word: waterers
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...edge of civil war last week. Nearly every city and town was divided into two armed camps, as fanatic Protestants and rebellious Catholics faced each other down, ready to do street battle with stones, staves and worse. Skillful saboteurs triggered three explosions that cut Belfast's water supply in half. Post offices and a bus station were set aflame by fire bombs; police stations were stoned. Ten-year-olds trotted home from school with extracurricular instructions for making Molotov cocktails. More than 1,000 British soldiers moved into position throughout Ulster to protect reservoirs, telephone exchanges and power stations...
...valley that was once an enormous swamp. Its poverty-encrusted homes are forever damp, and a veil of smog coats the area. It is a place where the city's mostly Protestant police "do what they like," say sullen residents. This night they did, using batons and water cannons furiously in the narrow streets, as the Bogsiders fought back ferociously. Bricks ricocheted off buildings or disintegrated shop windows. Petrol bombs bounced and flared in the glass-shard-littered streets. One crowd attacked a police station and another overturned a police truck and set it afire. Though 290 were wounded...
...streaking Harvard water polo team faces Fordham at 2:30 p.m. today in the IAB, confident after a seventh-place finish in the AAU Championships and a 26-12 win over Brown on Wednesday...
...something of a Christian soldier in mufti, a man more kin to John Bunyan than to John Updike. Cheever's formula for circumventing disorder and the Devil has never strayed far from the New England legacy of his first full-length character, old Leander Wapshot. "Bathe in cold water every morning," Leander counseled his sons. "Relish the love of a gentle woman. Trust in the Lord." Yet literary means, like wars and prices, tend to escalate. In Bullet Park, trying to cope with up-to-date exurban alarums and filial excursions-including creeping despair and the generation...
...What is Life? with an earnest lyric gift. At times he captures the bubble-like transiency of youth with touching Gallic elan ("Who wrote 'I love you' on a cigarette paper and then smoked it? Who picked a flower and put it in a glass of water? Who ate a vanilla ice on September 14, 1966, at twenty-five minutes to midnight, thinking that it was an eternal ice-cream cone, an eternal ice, an eternal yellow-white flavour?"). He is also adept at playing those "In" games French readers love, the sounding of literary resonances from Pascal...