Word: yore
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...sure that Masters necessarily disapprove of all the carousing that might lead students to want to visit their fellows after 1 a.m. Certainly they don't disapprove enough to publicly condemn student choice or push for the type of parietal curfews that existed in the days of yore. In the end, they know that denying UKA will not bar Harvard students from each other's Houses (except for the unfortunate ones stuck in the courtyards...
General Augusto Pinochet is not a particularly scary man, now that he's out of uniform. He appears in public these days as a rather feeble octogenarian sporting soft colors, smiling affably, his eyes vaguely anxious and his demeanor almost eager to please. These days, the ruthless dictator of yore inspires more pity than terror, particularly now that the veneer of international respectability of his 17-year reign of terror has been stripped away...
...dispute between two members there is a duel using archaic pistols. Apparently this is a common method of settling intra-Skulls disputes, since in the movie there is actually a statute regarding duels in the Skulls' rule book. These practices are an attempt to recreate the bygone days of yore when the hallowed halls of academia were available solely to upper-crust white males, and the rest of the hoi polloi were kept in their place...
...clubs and the deep blue sea of Lamont Library. Elsewhere--think Mississippi--campus society puts its finest specimens of testosterone at the top of the pecking order. They are kings of their respective castles, showered with all the attention that would have been appropriate for a victorious army of yore. This phenomenon has its reasons: manliness, according to Tom Wolfe, developed from the "culture of the warrior." The qualities of ferocity, tenacity and foolish pride that served mercenary men in days of the very yore still run thick, if unacknowledged, in male veins. Women can fight, sure, but they will...
American trains, at least this one, lack the romance and luxury of Europe's fabled railroads or of our Pullmans of yore. The cars, comfortable and ingenious as they are, are too much plastic and Formica. But there is a sense of shared adventure among those onboard, a leisurely and good-natured spirit. Travelers rush to the windows together and marvel at sights like the 11 1/2-ft. pet alligator in the pool at Patchouli, Miss. Free from seat belts and sardine-can seating configurations, they roam the cars and trade stories. When there are discomforts or inconveniences, they share...