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Word: butt (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...hard to find a big sum," David later explained. When Baron Guy arrived to pay off in person, Stadnik commandeered the bank's chauffeured car and made a dramatic getaway run. But alerted police moved in at a stoplight, smashed a window and stunned Stadnik with a pistol butt...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People: Oct. 3, 1969 | 10/3/1969 | See Source »

...also provides some revealing new vignettes about her father. At the grisly gatherings he organized at his dachas, he loved to play practical jokes on his cronies and toadies, like putting a tomato on the chair of Anastas Mikoyan. Beria, mocked by Stalin as "the Prosecutor," was a favorite butt. Stalin used to goad the police chief into getting so drunk that he often had to be carried away insensible, sometimes after vomiting in the bathroom...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Soviet Union: Second Thoughts from Svetlana | 9/26/1969 | See Source »

...door. I stopped at the grass counter and asked for some regular white Zig-Zag cigarette-rolling papers. Friends had also suggested a Rizla rolling machine if I felt too clumsy to roll my own. Another important purchase was a roach clip, used to hold the "roach" or butt of the joint after it has burned down and concentrated all those good resins...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Behavior: A Straight Adult | 9/26/1969 | See Source »

Hollis Huston, who plays Chulkaturin is a very fortunate man; this stumbling, bumbling butt of every joke, because he is so very human, so unlike the other-worldly Marsault of The Stranger, is one of the most convincing of the characters Ribman has created...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Journey of The Fifth Horse at Tufts Arena Theatre, thru Saturday | 8/8/1969 | See Source »

After lunch patients returned to their corners to resume sleep. A few scavenged in the ashtrays and wastebaskets for a last drag on a crushed cigarette butt. Cigarettes were an opiate--sleep, an escape. On my right a woman sat lethargically in her chair--her eyes heavy and dull. I tried to start a conversation but she turned to the wall, flashing a look tat could only mean "Leave me alone...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Chronic Ward | 7/25/1969 | See Source »

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