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...social level, the ex-colony's semi-Westernization has left it with some anomalies: tribesmen clad only in "ass grass" (leaves fore and aft hanging from a bark belt) push shopping carts in supermarkets, and spear-carrying warriors in the hills go into their occasional battles with blaring transistor radios strapped to their bodies. On a political level, the latest fad is independence-and not just from Australia. Prime Minister Somare's new government is already plagued by two separatist movements...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: PAPUA NEW GUINEA: The Reluctant Nation | 9/29/1975 | See Source »

...only drawback to the Stadium are the hard, cold, backless concrete seats which can be a real pain in the ass in November...

Author: By Andrew P. Quigley, | Title: Harvard Sports: Look-ins and Zig-outs | 9/1/1975 | See Source »

...plan would go into effect. Understandably, the assistant secretaries are now wary of supporting such operations; they are afraid that some day they may have to testify about them before a congressional committee. As one high-level source puts it: "There is inevitably a good deal of bureaucratic ass-covering going...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Efficiency: Low Momentum: Low Morale: Low | 8/4/1975 | See Source »

...wrong time shows that he's secretly more than a pushover--a brazenly healthy specimen with a weak-willed, soft-hearted core, a man whose oblique playfulness (meant to hide everything) pleads desperately for help and affection but who is vacillating, mean and a bit of an ass. Here he plays a sly, greasy Dennis-the-Menace type with the manipulative whine and offended pout of a three year old. He waddles through the film grinning lasciviously, scratching his belly--a charicature of immaturity and meanness. It's a putrid role for him. The director has pared away Nicholson...

Author: By Kathy Holub, | Title: Squandering A Fortune | 7/22/1975 | See Source »

...Excuse me." A chilly command from above froze me in my tracks. I had wandered smack into the path of a chestnut gelding and its charming 12-year-old rider, who was pert in her manner, precise in her dress and, in my opinion, a pain in the ass. I mustered up a feeble apology and let her trot by. The manure be damned: I raised my eyes and strode straight ahead...

Author: By Richard J. Doherty, | Title: Royalty Reigns At Myopia Hunt | 7/3/1975 | See Source »

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