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Word: bus (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...mystery began Sept. 7, as Markov was walking near Waterloo Bridge to the BBC's External Services Building. In front of a crowded bus stop, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right thigh and turned to see a heavy-set man carrying an umbrella. "I am sorry," the man muttered in a thick accent, then hopped into a taxi. The same evening, Markov developed a high fever. Four days later he died, but not before telling friends that he thought he had been stabbed by a poison-tipped umbrella wielded by a Communist agent...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: BRITAIN: The Poisonous Umbrella | 10/16/1978 | See Source »

AMHERST, Mass.--It had to happen. It was just a matter of time. On the practice field this week. On the team bus as it weaved its way past the foliage buffs taking advantage of the Indian Summer afternoon along western Massachusetts' narrow back roads. It was a feeling. You knew that this was THE game...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Booters Nail Amherst, 3-0; End Five-Game Drought | 10/12/1978 | See Source »

Speaking of women's tennis, the varsity racquetwomen will be out at Wellesley Saturday and Sunday competing in the Massachusetts State Championships. Now isn't that a good reason to use up all those bus tickets you've had in your bottom drawer since freshman year? Next Tuesday, the women will face Tufts for the third time in the last two weeks. (Last weekend the Cliffe squad tied for first place with Tufts in the Greater Boston Tennis Tournament...

Author: By Bill Ginsberg, | Title: Out of the Mothballs and Onto the Ice | 10/12/1978 | See Source »

...equivalent of being slowly cooked in a Crock Pot. The last mile took as long as the first four had, and two ten-year old girls passed me on the way but I didn't care, I'd done it. God, I was tough. I decided to take a bus...

Author: By Eric B. Fried, | Title: Riding a Greyhound In Search of America | 10/2/1978 | See Source »

...back on the road, went all the way to Portland that night, slept in the Greyhound station and next morning got on the eastbound bus and didn't get off until I had reached St. Louis two and a half days later, having seen the Rockies and Salt Lake City and the Great Plains as one great blur en route. Thanks to a friend in St. Louis, I had a nice warm bed and some home cooking again. I gave up all pretense to membership in the great club of hippies, freaks, road people and adventures. Six days, four friends...

Author: By Eric B. Fried, | Title: Riding a Greyhound In Search of America | 10/2/1978 | See Source »

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