Word: beers
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...what they remind me of) or Vienna loaf, or, why moving off-campus might not be such a bad idea after all. Too many green things in the former, and if you've achoired (get it, a + choir) a taste for the latter then you also probably like the beer at Father's Six. And the fricassee sause had bumps...
Ideological discrimination has been no less violent. The tenets of racism have beer developed and continue to be taught at no less than this country's most esteemed universities. The characterizations of blacks as animal, barbarian, infantile, pre-scientific, intellectually inferior, psychologically disadvantaged, and morally unsound continue to buttress the intellectual foundations of social relations in this country. How perfectly consistent that no attempt would be made on the part of universities to study thoroughly the history and civilizations of the African continent without the pressure of vocal militants. How perfectly consistent that American colonizers would ignore all the history...
...from high school in Detroit, he went to work at Chrysler's De Soto plant and, faithful to his father's socialist leanings, quickly drew notice as a union agitator. By age 26, he was president of his local, where he tried to boost membership by serving beer; at 30, he was an international representative; by 34, he had caught the eye of Reuther, who took him on as an administrative assistant...
...pilot and a friend. Billy blithely ignored federal recommendations that ballooners use hard hats. Instead, he wore his old Pabst Blue Ribbon cap, which matched the case of refreshments he took along. Back on earth, Billy was somewhat deflated by Georgia officials: they issued him a warning against selling beer at his gas station on the Sabbath...
...never racing again, but at least by making peace with the wife and daughter he deserted, the father he fought with and the town he despised for its conformist inertia. What follows is what the British critics call "the American barroom confessional play," in which the characters gorge beer and disgorge bathos. By play's end, nothing much has changed. Mansfield is still a place where worms do not turn, and Bobby is still a man who, despite his raging claim to independence, could scarcely command respect on two legs, let alone on four wheels. Supported by an admirable...