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Word: bus (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...LITTLE GIRL, maybe six or seven years old with straight brown hair and timid eyes, walks up to you as you get off the bus. "Buy a button? For the march?" she asks. You've travelled nine or ten hours in a miserable excuse for an economy bus to be able to march today. For a dollar, you can't refuse her. You buy the button, and allow the girl to pin it to your shirt. It reads. "Affirmative Action/Smash the Bakke Case." Welcome to the largest civil rights demonstration in 15 years...

Author: By Peter R. Melnick, | Title: Boston-to-D.C.Bakke Blues | 4/22/1978 | See Source »

Menachem Begin may have "severed the arm," but in so doing he clearly gave the P.L.O. a much needed victory. The savagery of the bus attack pales when compared with the indiscriminate and "safe" slaughter of civilians launched by a supposedly "responsible" government...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Apr. 17, 1978 | 4/17/1978 | See Source »

After a year, his visa came through: the editor of The New Yorker had agreed to sponsor him. In July 1942 Steinberg landed in Miami and caught a bus to New York, enjoying the "noble view, as from horseback," of America as it rolled by. He had come home to his definitive expatriation...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The World of Steinberg | 4/17/1978 | See Source »

...order of 200,000 copies, an innovative magazine-style format, a highly automated production system, a blue-chip board of politically conservative backers and a priceless reservoir of good wishes from a city that had not seen a major new daily in seven years. As the paper's bus ads trumpeted, THE TRIB: IT SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED SOONER...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Press: Last Tribulation | 4/17/1978 | See Source »

Like the trailing aftermath of a tremendous fireworks display, we poured off the bus, into "Red Sox Country", already sunburnt and still cooking, consuming all our worries and frustrations in a wanderlust inferno. June and her road chum went to a bar to get drunk, the retired amateur golfers hauled themselves over to the Holiday Inn, and I was suddenly alone again, hitching up the road to the Red Sox training camp at Chain-O-Lakes Park out on Cypress Boulevard, where the Boston sportswriters were furiously clucking away at their plastic portable typewriters with half-crazed treachery written...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: In Search of Pennant Fever | 4/14/1978 | See Source »

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