Word: assaults
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Sprint, MCI, Allnet, and some of AT&T's other competitors also participate in the growing ad war, but none has rivaled Ma Bell's assault on collegiate conversationalists. College Students call home a lot, AT&T reasons, and the folks often foot the bill. As a result, the only advertisement as frequent as that for ROTC in collegiate publications is the AT&T Thinking Student...
...take photographs through a window. At 3:50 p.m., according to Schatz, a Soviet sentry suddenly appeared from a wooded patch about 100 yards from the men. "Watch out!" shouted Schatz. "Come back!" Without warning, American officials charge, the sentry fired three quick rounds from his AK-47 assault rifle. One of them whistled by Schatz's ear, a second went wide, and the third tore through Nicholson's chest as he turned. "I've been shot, Jess," the major gasped. Schatz grabbed a first-aid box and started running toward him but was forced back into...
...Houston, Reporter Gary Taylor interviewed citizens who had formed neighborhood patrols and court-monitoring groups. Taylor also has a painful knowledge of the subject: in 1980 he was shot during an assault. The experience lingers. Says he: "For months I awakened each morning at 2, the hour I was shot, and was unable to sleep. While watching TV cop shows, I still find myself turning from the set whenever guns are fired...
...company could be the toughest quarry to date for Pickens and his partners, who have made assaults on Gulf, Cities Service and Phillips that yielded before-tax profits of about $880 million. Unocal has girded for the assault with a battery of secret antitakeover defenses. Unocal's tough-as- tacks chairman, Fred Hartley, vows he will fight rather than buy off Pickens with greenmail. Stay tuned...
Lurking behind the statistics are daily degradations that account for the dread most New Yorkers feel upon descending into the underworld at any hour. It is astounding that residents of one of the world's greatest cities must submit to a daily assault of subterranean sights, sounds and smells so fraught with menace. At rush hour in the Times Square station, where eight of the city's busy lines converge, a man urinates against a wall, loudly talking to no one in particular. On one platform, waiting passengers cover their ears as a mass of hurtling steel comes screeching from...