Word: bushed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...disturbed that the President, who is one of Black Africa's most respected leaders, has abandoned his longstanding belief that opposition parties can be eliminated only by the voters. Kaunda, a missionary's son, has changed somewhat from the serene, mild-mannered man in the khaki bush jacket whose patience and persuasiveness overrode much of the anger and bitterness engendered by the long fight for independence from Britain. He has a shorter temper nowadays, and is sometimes given to emotional outbursts. He is known to have been disturbed by a split within his party caused by the defection...
...year. Once again, however, the fans will be subjected to Harvard's inadequate seating, inadequate programs and its wholly inadequate manual scoreboard. Ivy soccer may be in the big leagues, but as far as the athletic departments of the Ivy schools are concerned, it remains in the bush leagues...
Though Jonz is considered one of the best of Alaska's bush pilots, he has gained a reputation of being something of a daredevil during his 15 years of flying. He lost his license in 1966 for flying an overweighted airplane in Florida, but was back in good standing with the FAA in 1968. There may still be some questions about his judgment, although flying in Alaska is a dicey enterprise. When the Jonz plane took off from Anchorage, cloudy, turbulent flying conditions were forecast...
Harvard finally ran out the clock and retired to the locker room. The environment around Trevor came to life. Cornell's Big Red marching band strutted onto the field. "Wow!" Trevor thought. "This is just like halftime on TV." The neighboring observers didn't share Trevor's enthusiasm. "Bush league--get these jerks off!" they shouted as the band dog-trotted through its geometry. The Big Red swelled into a moving rendition of the Cornell alma mater. "Nice," thought Trevor. "Yeecch!" coughed someone behind him, spitting Tawny Port down the back of Trevor's neck...
...counterparts. The Cornell band played a Harvard band routine. The Harvard people hissed. The Harvard band played the same routine, with gusto and extraordinary flourishes. The Cornell band played it too. The Harvard band played the "Mickey Mouse Theme Song." The Cornell band followed. "Boy are they bush," grumbled a disgruntled voice two rows back. "What's the score?" asked Trevor. "Who knows?" three people said together...