Word: bexley
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...indicted with Flynt earlier this year on charges of obscenity and engaging in organized crime. The bride, who is the associate publisher of Hustler, will wear an ivory dress and veil, and her bridesmaids will be in red. The couple will live in a $375,000 Tudor mansion in Bexley, Ohio, a staid suburb of Columbus, where the good citizens have not exactly rolled out the welcome wagon...
...please resign?" or, perhaps, "Will you address yourself to the price of beans in Liverpool?" Confusion was compounded by the Commons' tradition of referring to members by their constituencies rather than their surnames. Relatively few listeners, presumably, realized that a reference to "the right honorable gentleman from Bexley, Sidcup" meant former Prime Minister Edward Heath...
Call to Dad On election night, Heath arrived early at the local Tory headquarters in his constituency of Bexley, in Kent. Shortly after 6, he began placing phone calls to Tory election agents around the coun- try. As he sipped his tea and spoke qui etly on the phone, some of the half a dozen friends in the room noticed Heath's eyes take on a sudden light...
...Crook Log Hotel when television brought him the evening's first return: a 4% swing to the Tories in Guildford. Heath marched happily out of the bar and drove a mile to the town's Territorial Army drill hall, where the votes were being counted. Inside the hall, Bexley's mayor grabbed Heath's hand and pumped it in congratulation: a 7% swing to the Tories had just been announced. Suddenly Heath's grin ?the one his critics have for so long derided as empty?assumed a pronounced confidence...
...rest of the night and into the wee hours, Heath watched the returns with friends back at Bexley's Tory offices. His election agent produced a bottle of Glen Livet Scotch, and the party perked up. Shortly after 2 a.m., Heath phoned his 81-year-old father in Broadstairs, Kent. The old gentleman, his youngish wife Mary perched on his knee, was already celebrating. "Things seem to be going well," reported the son. Said the father: "Good luck. I hope it keeps going on like this...