Word: baring
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...than they were many years ago. I believe China to be far ahead of the U.S. and many other great nations in striving for its goals and in the concern it shows for its people. Try to get a doctor to your house, much less one in his bare feet...
...Congressmen agreed. "Henocide!" cried Illinois Representative Paul Findley. "Plucked down to bare facts, this bill is nothing more than a scheme to use the lethal authority of Government to force up the market price of eggs by killing hens." Findley was particularly piqued that the bill singles out female chickens for liquidation. "The gals of Women's Lib," he told the House, "will surely ungirdle their sharpest clawings for those who do nothing -not even harmless, painless vasectomy-to the males, the perpetrators of production. Surely they will bare their beaks and demand roostercide instead of henocide...
...relationship reflects broader changes in Catholicism itself-changes that have swept away the feudal image of the Spanish church that persisted from the days of Philip II. Gone, except on the grandest feast days, are the somber rows of mantillas that once filled cathedral pews. In their place are bare heads, wispy dresses, blue jeans, even miniskirts. As in other Roman Catholic churches around the world, the liturgy has been modernized. Women and children now pass collection plates. Worshipers sometimes help themselves to the Communion host. Guitars and drums accompany new Spanish hymns set to such internationally recognized tunes...
Brando gave and took advice freely, and encouraged backstage pranks that kept the atmosphere relaxed. A favorite was "mooning," the infantile practice of dropping one's trousers to show bare buttocks. "My best moon was on Second Avenue," remembers James Caan. "Bob Duvall and I were in one car and Brando was in another, so we drove up beside him and I pulled down my pants and stuck my ass out of the window. Brando fell down in the car with laughter...
...earth, letting it run through their fingers, they drew deep lungfuls of the jasmine-scented air, they looked long on the green velvet of the hills, the gold velvet of the fields, and they stayed to farm. Still others bitterly surveyed the salty flats of the great desert, the bare sands bleached bone-white, and in their bitterness found a kinship with the arid landscape. They settled at scattered desert springs and on scrappy desert fringes, somehow eking out an existence, comforted only at sunrise and sunset by the wash of crimson and mauve over the rippled sands...