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...acid test of Reagan's stamina will be the grueling campaign itself. Declares Republican National Chairman Bill Brock: "The age question will answer itself. If Reagan goes through 35 primary states and succeeds, then we'll know that age is not a problem...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Will the Last Remain First? | 11/26/1979 | See Source »

...Threes," has improved and the percussion hammers with greater variety. Marley relies often on the harmonica, using it in original ways. Junior Marvin dazzles on lead guitar, interpreting fine intricate melodies though other instrumentation often buries his talent. (Marvin brought the crowd to its feet last summer with his acid-rock, Hendrix-style riffs; when Marley came out, Marvin toned down...

Author: By J. WYATT Emmerich, | Title: Reggae Revolution | 11/20/1979 | See Source »

...metal chair, a long stethoscope tube poking out from his collar and snaking through a wall socket into a side room, where a doctor waited to monitor his heartbeat. At 12:14 a.m., a capsule of cyanide gas tumbled down a tube and plopped into a dish of acid. The man sniffed the air expectantly and shrugged nonchalantly. Seconds later, he grimaced and began breathing deeply. His face turned red and then his head dropped to his chest. At 12:21 a.m., the doctor pronounced the man dead...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Let's Go | 11/5/1979 | See Source »

...have plenty of effect, one Seabrook cop tells you the next day. Maybe the policemen don't know this--they spray it straight in your eyes from inches away, and the only thing you can remember is to yell "Medic." They arrive with plastic jugs of water and boric acid, and after a few pints you can stand the smarting. Your face stays red for a long time...

Author: By William E. Mckibben, | Title: A Weekend at Seabrook | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

...around as she fell to her knees clutching her face. I pulled her up, urging, "Run, you've got to run." Twenty feet away a medic met us and pushed her down. I yanked her head back and forced open her eyes so he could rinse them with boric acid. She was still screaming and clawing with her arms when the cops came up. "We're helping her," I screamed at them. "She's hurt." With his nightstick in his other hand the National Guardsman pushed at her back. We grabbed her and ran a few feet, and then...

Author: By Jennifer L. Marrs, | Title: Direct Action: A First Attempt | 10/10/1979 | See Source »

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