Word: carted
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...physical fitness is upon us like a wet spaniel, bigger than talking to plants, more numbing in the fervor of its adherents than encounter-group therapy. This is a startling development for the nation that invented the electric golf cart, the pushbutton car window and the drive-in mortuary, but it is happening...
...then look for some place to hole up until the pregame meetings with the coaches. Some guys sit on the head for an hour and a half, some lay prostrate in the hallways and others hide among the lockers. (I like to lay on the electric gurney cart that they use to cart off players injured during practice but some guys are superstitious and would rather not have anything to do with that cart.) You then head for the meetings with the coaches and there your coach goes over all the things you had prepared for the game...
Adrian Harris and Louise Cart-wright arrived at their spacious shell in Hollis on the first day dorms opened in September. Things began well enough as the two of them unpacked their belongings and decided, compatibly where to hang their impressionist prints and ivy pots, and agreed on where to place the beds, desks and chairs. There was not a whole lot of room for creativity, but the process occupied most of the first week-end of freshman week and provided ample time for the two to discuss their families, high schools and become acquainted. Adrian and Louise discovered that...
...display next week at the Los Angeles Woman's Building. "I don't know where they came from," muses Millett, 42, who has been sculpting for 18 years. "I guess I just wanted to play around." Among the sculptures: a giant woman pushing a shopping cart, a housewife watching the soaps and chatting on the phone, and a seductive figure lounging on a mattress "a la Molly Bloom," as the artist says. Molly & Co. are up for sale, and Millett hopes that they will be just the thing for a backyard sculpture garden...
...waited in line at the customs desk I watched a few family reunions. There were embraces, but never squeals of excitement, or sudden, arms-extended dashes across the room. The group would become quickly absorbed with locating luggage or a cart. The man would walk off in one direction with his wife tagging behind, still holding the safsari at her throat and the bundle at her side...