Word: bags
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...blacks. Today more than half the blacks live outside the cash economy, bartering livestock or farm produce for the bare necessities of life. Fewer than 1 million have regular jobs. The average white wage is $8,080; the average black wage is $640. Cotton pickers are paid 350 a bag. Starting salary for black miners is 650 for an eight-hour shift. Since the right to vote is tied to income and property, blacks are effectively cut out; only 7,500 blacks v. 87,000 whites make enough to qualify...
ASHMEDAI. Josef Tal, 65, is Israel's leading electronic composer. He works in a universally recognized style: 20th century eclectic. This grab-bag approach blends traditional composing techniques, rigorous twelve-tone segments reminiscent of Schoenberg with some electronic buzzes and drones. There are some striking orchestral passages. This kind of writing is not designed to display the human voice, despite vivid characterizations by Soprano Eileen Schauler and Baritone Paul Ukena...
...hefty display of sex devices. Sales are up 25% since the first year, and the number of female customers is increasing. Yet many patrons are still furtive. As Charles Walk, editor of the Mason City Globe Gazette says, "If you walk out of there with a brown paper bag and run into your wife's hairdresser, you know what the talk's going to be at the hairdresser's for the next three weeks...
...style in recent years of angry all-or-nothing politics. Especially when the Congress is Democratic and the President is Republican, the result is often no legislation, and many issues are left to fade or fester. In an encouraging departure from that pattern, the Ford Administration and a mixed bag of Senators have reached agreement on one of the most sensitive issues of all: wiretapping U.S. citizens for national security purposes...
...late. As the train pulled into Washington Street Station, the wino clutched the neck of his brown paper bag and lurched through the door. I realized with a quick chill that I was alone, totally alone. Suddenly, as the doors slid shut, a trio of leather-jacketed, acne-scarred youth darted onto the train. The stench of beer and sweat and corruption filled my nostrils. As one of the toughs sprawled insolently across a seat, another flicked his switchblade open and shut in dull, menacing repetition...