Word: attacking
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...John is a heady player, in-touch with Restic's Multiflex and adept at option and sprint-out plays. He's a quick, compact quarterback with a questionable arm--one that fits a running game more suitably than a passing attack...
Rights, civil or otherwise, are not and should never be isolated absolutes. No court can ever protect anyone against the will of the majority. When sufficiently provoked, the majority will attack both the court and the minority and redress any such imbalance. I suspect this realization once prompted a Chief Justice to observe that the court did "read the election returns...
...Wednesday, the bodies of Mountbatten, his grandson and the Dowager Lady Brabourne were flown to Broadlands, his Hampshire estate, to lie in state in the white porticoed mansion. Britons would not soon forget that the distinguished old sea dog, when asked not long ago if he feared an I.R.A. attack, gruffly replied: "What would they want with an old man like me?" A man of civility and simplicity who tried to build bridges instead of exploiting divisions, he could not conceive that his death could be twisted into a violent statement. "I am a man plump in the center...
DIED. Sally Rand, 75, tart-talking blond fan dancer whose trademark routine-a nude vamp performing behind peekaboo ostrich plumes to the strains of Debussy -wowed 'em for 45 years; of a heart attack; in Glendora, Calif. She started flaunting her feathers and teasing her audiences ("the Rand is quicker than the eye") in the early 1930s, kept her 36-24-37 figure into her 70s by dancing every day, and claimed that over the years she had changed her act "not a whit, not a step, not a feather...
DIED. James T. Parrell, 75, novelist who wrote the 1930s classic Studs Lonigan trilogy; of a heart attack; in New York City. As a scrappy, street-smart youth on the South Side of Chicago, Farrell acquired a passion for baseball ("my longest and most faithful love") and an equally durable horror of what he called the "spiritual poverty" of the working-class Irish "with their sad history and their great dreams that collided with the facts of American life." After dabbling in Marxism and liberal arts at the University of Chicago, Farrell chose to escape spiritual poverty by writing about...