Word: clad
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...lithe, compact brunette dresses plainly in sweaters and blue jeans, and talks about her desire to settle down and raise a family. But as the heat of the night approaches, she starts to change. Her large green eyes begin to flash with fire and ice as, clad in black tights and a form-hugging tunic top, she dashes up the back stairs of a stage and into a burst of light. Hit Me with Your Best Shot, she sings to thousands of screaming fans. That precious time has arrived: Patty Andrzejewski, former cheerleader, has become Pat Benatar, the heartbreaker queen...
THEY DEDICATED the University's new biochemistry laboratory last week, and all the big science gun showed up. With a half-dozen congratulatory speeches followed by a wine-and-cheese bash, the ceremony was no less than festive. Research assistants clad in white gowns and wide-eyed pre-meds happily crowded into the back of the new building's sparkling lecture hall, competing to see how many Nobel Laureates they could spot. (The winner found four). Closer to the front of the room professors loudly congratulated one another, relieved that after 14 years of waiting, Harvard's Biochemistry Department finally...
...lecture hall served as the site of yesterday's dedication extravaganza. Approximately 200 people--including professors, administrators, students, and research assistants clad in white medical gowns--crowded into the hall for a two hour series of congratulatory speeches by President Bok, Dean Rosovsky, past and present department members, and James D. Watson, director of Harvard's Cold Springs Laboratories and a discoverer of the structure...
Well, the sun didn't shine. A crisp autumn breeze didn't rustle the turning leaves. And ten thousand men of Harvard, clad in chinos and pullover sweaters, didn't cheer the Crimson on to victory. So much for atmosphere...
Even more depressing than the plodding lives of the city's pavement-dwellers are the lives and frustrations of those who, like my aunt and the bluejean-clad students I travelled with, have grown up with privilege, the opportunity for education, and the responsibility to improve conditions for the people who do not share their privilege. They live in the brightly painted, concrete homes of the city. Few, if any, neighborhoods are segregated from the shortage of food and living space that pervades the city, but some "nicer" areas stand out. In one of these residential neighborhoods, I had dinner...