Word: breakfasts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Punk, Paul Redford, serves Birsh admirably as the loyal valet. While Birsh is carrying on with his dreams, which always leave him on the verge of dying, Redford maintains order, paying the rent and buying Kellog's Pop Tarts for breakfast...
...numerous cutbacks in student services, the recent record of partial success and partial failure for two new student advocacy groups leaves believers in student activism with dampened but by no means extinguished hopes. One group is the Student Lobby, the 20 students who organized last month's "Eat-In" breakfast protest, which the Committee on Houses and Undergraduate Life (CHUL) voted 10 to 12 not to recognize as an official undergraduate organization October 3. The other is a college-wide student government that Currier House organizers hope to form after House committees send delegates to a "constitutional convention." The Currier...
...Carter is learning fast. He has begun asking Senators to recommend 20 influential citizens from each state to receive flattering invitations to the White House for chats with him and senior officials about the canal treaty. Last week Carter had a group of Republican legislators over for breakfast in one of the spiffier state dining rooms, and surprised them with effusive thanks for their help in overcoming Democratic opposition to a number of White House proposals...
...next time IATA starts to rip off customers, they will be very wary and say, 'Watch out. There may be another Freddie Laker.' " Finally, just before midnight Monday, I plopped into seat 21C. For it, I paid $143 -$135 fare, $3 tax, $2 for a hot breakfast and $3 for a cold dinner (no free food on the plane). Over 3,500 miles, that works out to 4? a mile-less than the tolls and gasoline expenses on the New York State Thruway (average: 5.2? a mile). The return flight costs...
...uniforms who maneuvered in the narrow aisles between the ten-across seats: cold but moist fried chicken, a questionable salad, a soggy roll and a decent piece of chocolate cake. I ignored the movie Swashbuckler, tried unsuccessfully to sleep (my seat back would not stay put), did not eat breakfast (the sausages looked inedible) and saw dawn break over the Atlantic. Soon Gatwick Airport was coming up at us, six hours after leaving New York. We landed; I grabbed a train for the 40-minute ride to Victoria Station and got there...