Word: clad
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...tournament committee last year passed an iron-clad rule that a player arriving more than 15 minutes late to a match would automatically forfeit, Barnaby said...
...Clad only in surgical masks, two men dashed through a packed amphitheater where Harvard students were taking a first-year anatomy exam. Watching from his front porch, the president of Virginia's elegant Sweet Briar College gallantly applauded as 50 of his coeds sprinted by adorned only in their class years, lipsticked on in an approximate license-plate position. On busy U.S. Route 1, traffic was brought to a cheerful standstill by 533 University of Maryland students chain-dancing au naturel. With astonishing swiftness, streaking, the art of the point-to-point dash in the buff, has burgeoned into...
...starred in London in 1966. The curtain-raiser, Come into the Garden, Maud, is a fast five-finger exercise about a middle-aged American millionaire in Europe and his vile, blue-haired wife, whose hobby is collecting titled Europeans. With a witty tenderness, Coward has the amiable golfing millionaire, clad in Hush Puppies and a loud sport jacket, fall in love with a minor Italian princess and abandon his harpy wife. The talk is frequently funny: the husband dismisses one of his wife's friends as being so buck-toothed that she can eat an apple through a tennis...
Moral Absolutes. Jumpers begins at a surreal party. A girl swings back and forth over the stage as she performs a denture-defying striptease. Some lemon-clad gymnasts, called Jumpers, do flips and build pyramids. A shot flings one Jumper out of his pyramid. It seems to be a gag until he bleeds. Next day the cadaver turns up in the bedroom of ex-Singer Dotty Moore, at whose party he was mysteriously murdered. A good deal of esprit de corpse ensues until the poor chap is lugged away by his fellow Jumpers in a huge plastic bag. The deceased...
...ending in which the entire cast, engaged in a classic western brawl, breaks through the wall of an adjoining sound stage, where a campy musical-tails, top hats and lots of white platforms-is being shot. In the ensuing effeminate uproar, hearty Slim Pickens punches out the jodhpur-clad director of the film next door, while Cleavon Little ducks out to Grauman's Chinese Theater and watches... Blazing Saddles...