Word: bladed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...purchased from them on any terms; they seem to think that it is incompatible with freedom." By the time Frances Trollope came to write The Domestic Manners of the Americans (1832), she was scandalized by, among other things, "the frightful manner of feeding with their knives, till the whole blade seemed to enter the mouth, and the still more frightful manner of cleaning the teeth afterwards with a pocket knife." Charles Dickens, in his American Notes, deplored the national pastime of chewing tobacco, spitting toward spittoons, and often missing-"odious practices . . . most offensive and sickening . . . an exaggeration of nastiness...
Even though Bic has beaten Gillette in the lighter skirmish, the battle between the two companies will rage on. The firms are equally fierce competitors in the throwaway pen and razor markets. While Bic's pen outsells Gillette's Write Bros, model, the Gillette twin-blade disposable Good News shaver holds an edge over the Bic single-blade entry. Gillette is also the leading producer of blades and razors in the U.S. and Canada and most of the rest of the world. In the bathroom battle at least, the American company continues to clean...
...last act, or bout, had the crowd, both knowing and neophyte, in a frenzy of excitement. West Germany's Matthias Behr faced Italy's Mauro Numa. Behr had returned to competition after a hiatus that followed a shattering 1982 fencing accident in which the broken blade of his foil killed the reigning 1980 Olympic champion, Soviet Vladimir Smirnov. Numa took the gold, Behr the silver and Cerioni the bronze. The final bout was won by Numa only after a lightning series of touches, seesawing in the last 28 seconds of a ten-minute contest...
...shambling creatures that resemble Big Bird's pal Mr. Snuffle-Upagus re-enact a short, skewered version of The Sword in the Stone. The young man who yanks the steel out of the rock turns out, of course, to be our Michael, and the lasers reflecting off the blade into the far reaches of the stadium make him look for a moment like a dashboard saint from a head shop. This prologue is dramatic, funny and, at the end, nicely self-mocking. Spoilsports might argue that it does not have a great deal to do with the music...
...County, Ark., men sit around in front of Buck Mays' store whittling down sticks of cedar. They do not whittle an object-a slingshot, say, or a whistle-so much as they just whittle away the stick. They make long, precise strokes, and the shavings curl before the blade like something delicate being wound. When the stick is reduced to an aromatic pile on the sidewalk, they go and get another...