Word: arms
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...Peter Lund, the former CEO of CBS, stating she is Cosby's daughter and wants to discuss "how this will affect CBS if I go to any tabloids," or a videotape of the backstage party that followed that final shoot of The Cosby Show, showing Cosby with his arm draped around Jackson. "However much Mr. Cosby is beloved by the universe," says Lynch, "if this young woman has some reasonable basis for believing he is her father, then she becomes in my mind, and I would think for most jurors, a fairly sympathetic figure." Though law professor Stephen Gillers...
Each of the landers carried a $50 million biology lab with some 40,000 components--pumps, chambers, filters and electronic parts--all packed into a 1-cu.-ft. box. On orders from Earth, Viking 1 stretched out a spindly mechanical arm, reached down, scooped up a heaping tablespoon of reddish Martian soil and, in effect, swallowed...
...forgotten, goes like this: at a party celebrating his graduation from college, Benjamin Braddock, the Dustin Hoffman character, is pulled aside by Mr. Maguire, a friend of his parents who hopes to offer some career advice. "I just want to say one word to you," Mr. Maguire explains, his arm around Benjamin. "Just one word...
...Cambridge. Homeless men sit in squares and drink, rarely approaching passers-by. Women, meanwhile, accost tourists and others with an aggressiveness that would put Cambridge's "Hello there, young man!" Spare Change dealer to shame. These women, without fail, move about in groups, bear very small children on their arms and dress in gypsy-style wraps and shawls. They come to you begging, pointing to their children, and literally hang on your arm for two blocks waiting for money. They even enter restaurants...
...life revolves around the red line. Each day, I take the T from the Harvard Square stop to Quincy Adams, birthplace of our second president, and a tribute to our sixth. I crowd onto the odor-laden train each morning, jostling for arm space with all the other harried commuters, who treat my arm as if it were an encroachment on their personal space and grudgingly tolerate it. The train pulls out of Harvard Square only after it has nearly amputated some last minute arrival's body part with its unforgiving doors, bursting to the seams with the teeming masses...