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Word: beers (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...coach Joe Yukica's squad will try to rise above the prejudicial fray and bring the undisputed Ivy title back to Hanover, the king of beer-consuming milieus, as many Big Green partisans feel obliged to tell...

Author: By Laurence S. Grafstein, | Title: Six Have Shot at Ivy Crown | 9/8/1980 | See Source »

Samuel H. Beer, Eaton Professor of the Science of Government--"All you need is courage. That's the important thing. Everybody who's here is bad enough...

Author: By Compiled BRENDA A. russell, | Title: To the Ears of Babes | 9/8/1980 | See Source »

...small bar in Mexico Beach, Fla., Jimmy Carter's eldest son Chip was drinking beer with several other young men on the afternoon of July 20, 1977. His companions included the skipper of the Foxy Lady, a drab work boat that Carter, who was vacationing that month with then Wife Caron and Son James at her family's house near Panama City, had chartered on several occasions. Indeed, Carter was arranging with the owner to use the Foxy Lady for a fishing trip with 20 or so friends...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Get Out of Town | 9/8/1980 | See Source »

...then Customs officials suddenly learned that Chip Carter was drinking beer with the owner of the Foxy Lady. Not only was the boat to be used in the smuggling, but the owner had tipped off the law about the operation. Authorities suspected that several of the young men in the bar might also take part in the smuggling. Officials then and today have no indication that Chip knew anything about the illegal activities of his drinking buddies. Nonetheless, until now, the tale of his possible entanglement in a drug bust has been carefully hushed up, chiefly to save his father...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Get Out of Town | 9/8/1980 | See Source »

...bested Ted as once he beat the killer rabbit, down in the chigger latitudes. He smiles (force of habit) and meditates upon the Garden, like some mildly triumphant parson. Nearly four years pass behind his eyes: golden days, cardigan days, Billy Beer days; the abrupt surprise of Russian nastiness and the South Bronx ghettos. His reveries sweep to Jordan 's squirted Amarettos (a fancy drink for a good ole boy) and Vance and Lance, and jogger's tibia and all the money Billy made for being friends with Libya. But nothing can efface the joy of this renomination...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Essay: America Needs a Poet Laureate, Maybe | 8/25/1980 | See Source »

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