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200 meters

200 meters Find the Olympic gold-medal times for the men's 200 meter race from 1900 to the present. Year Time Record1900 Walter Tewksbury, USA 22.2 1904 Archie Hahn, USA 21.6 OR1908…

Dia Art Foundation

(Encyclopedia) Dia Art Foundation, American foundation that supports contemporary art and artists, est. 1974 by art dealer Heiner Friedrich and his wife, art patron Philippa de Menil. The foundation…

Romanus IV

(Encyclopedia) Romanus IV (Romanus Diogenes)Romanus IVdīŏjˈənēz [key], d. 1072, Byzantine emperor (1068–71). A Cappadocian general, he succeeded Constantine X by marrying his widow, Eudocia…

Sovern, Michael Ira

(Encyclopedia) Sovern, Michael Ira, 1931–2020, American lawyer and educator, president of Columbia Univ. (1980–93), b. New York City. He graduated from the Columbia Univ. Law School in 1955 and after…

Troup, George Michael

(Encyclopedia) Troup, George Michael, 1780–1856, governor of Georgia (1823–27), b. McIntosh Bluff, on the Tombigbee River, Ala. (then a part of Georgia). As governor, he was an extreme supporter of…

potential, electric

(Encyclopedia) potential, electric, work per unit of electric charge expended in moving a charged body from a reference point to any given point in an electric field (see electrostatics). The…

Sounds Like a Broken Record

Donovan Bailey (right) leads Michael Johnson by a smidgen as the two come of the turn at their 1997 race to determine “Who is the world's fastest man?” at Toronto's SkyDome.Wide World Photos…

Richard Burton: Across the Fields to Anne

Across the Fields to AnneRichard BurtonHow often in the summer-tide, His graver business set aside, Has stripling Will, the thoughtful-eyed, As to the pipe of Pan, Stepped blithesomely with…

Ralph Waldo Emerson: Peter's Field

Peter's Field[Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight and at morn?] That field by spirits bad and good, By Hell and…

Poems by Emily Dickinson: The Battle-Field

by EmilyDickinsonVIIIXThe Battle-Field The Battle-Field They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the June A wind with fingers…