Word: buttes
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...price of survival included being the butt of the crude jokes of whoever was the top Soviet leader...
...concerns tobacco, and his home is papered with signs reading, "Thank you for not smoking. The American Cancer Society." Says Hughes: "Blistering rows occur if he smells smoke, so I would disappear into the garden, ostensibly to contemplate nature, but in fact to sneak a cigarette and bury the butt under a shrub." As a veteran connoisseur of art, architecture and antiquity, Hughes learned long ago to treat a monument with respect...
...about the special quiet it has enjoyed ever since the late Boss Ed Crump banned auto horns. Apalachicola, Fla.? The oyster is its world. Hope, Ark.? The watermelon is its. If some places-Podunk, Peoria and Kalamazoo as well as New Jersey -take unexpected pride in being the classic butt of vaudeville jokes, others seem to get a chauvinistic glow from the fact that they resemble a distant locale. Birmingham, Ala., for instance, has long saluted itself as the "Pittsburgh of the South...
...Long the butt of jokes, placebos (from the Latin for "I shall please") are one of the oldest, most useful and least understood "remedies" in the doctor's satchel. Generally they come as pills of milk sugar or talc or as injections of salt water. Such substances are considered pharmacologically inert, incapable of eliciting a response when prescribed in reasonable quantities. Yet studies have repeatedly shown that placebos help as many as 30% or 40% of patients with real enough ills, including postoperative pain, migraines, coughs, seasickness, arthritis, ulcers, hypertension, hay fever, even warts...
...entrails into the sea, prissily calling out to Robert Shaw and Richard Dreyfuss "Why don't you guys shovel some of this shit?" and as he hits the last word, noticing this big shark a few feet from his face; Vincent Price, dressed as Richard III, leaning over a butt of marmsy wine in which he has just drowned a lush theater critic, sighing, "I hope he travels well"; Peter Cushing prattling pleasantly about stakes through the heart over snifters of brandy, while upstairs the heroine, her bosom heaving out of her nightgown, opens her window for Christopher...