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...then there's the voice. It's a Buggsy Moran kind of bark, and he uses it to alternately chide and cajole his players, and to pick apart the opposing team's game from the sidelines. And occasionally, just occasionally, he'll do a little ref-baiting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Pete Carril Keeps on Pluggin' | 2/18/1978 | See Source »

...awaken. We stuff our clothes into our bags. One of my sneakers is missing. It was there in the morning. One of the dogs must have gotten to it. "Wait here," my brother tells me, and he sidles out the door. I wait. Within moments a dog begins to bark. Then another, then another. The house erupts. My pale-faced brother tears back into the room, and slams the door. "He's up." We spend the rest of the night huddled in our room. My sneaker is returned to me, with a chewed-off back...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Barkers | 12/1/1977 | See Source »

...country-but folkloric weathermen in the Midwest cite a number of telltale signs that point in the opposite direction: bears are fat and getting fatter, woolly bears (caterpillars) have thin brown bands across their middles and are moving fast, bushy-tailed squirrels are laying in extra supplies of acorns, bark on trees is extra thick. Onions are sporting thick skins, and everyone knows: "Onion skins very tough, winter's going to be very rough." Both the Almanac and the woolly bears, by the way, were right on in their predictions that last winter would be a brutal...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Americana: Not-So-Hot News Flash | 10/24/1977 | See Source »

...entire ritual is choreographed by a little fellow, the cox, who invariably has a loud, hoarse voice and more than likely chooses to' bark his commands six inches from your...

Author: By Daniel Gil, | Title: It's Six in the Morning; They Must Be Crazy | 5/18/1977 | See Source »

...gala night. (And, as Groucho Marx used to say, a gala night's enough for any man.) Great spots cross the sky and anxious kiddie producers in tuxedos pace back and forth and bark orders at underlings who run concentric. The audience, mostly in black ties, looks swell--the oldest-looking bunch of kids in captivity. The tickets have gone for plenty and bottles of Dom Perignon are firing corks here and there around the old molded theater. The orchestra strikes up the overture. A member of the audience shoots up out of his chair, raining champagne from his glass...

Author: By Peter Kaplan, | Title: A Canine in a Cummerbund | 2/28/1977 | See Source »

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