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Word: cold (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...thought of being associated for the rest of the year with Knbby Urchins leaves you cold you might try a stuffed animal; a penguin, a poodle, or maybe a seal. (These gifts are for grown--ups, can't you get real?) Come on, why not? There's a store full of them on Brattle Street. If you don't like them, you can go next door to J.F. Olsson and get a battery operated skeletal mommoth. Just the kind of thing to send the love(s) of your life to yet them know how you feel about them...

Author: By Joseph B. White, | Title: Brain Coral for Uncle Eb | 12/8/1978 | See Source »

Memories of the day after Thanksgiving always fade by Christmas. You forget that horrible feeling that comes when your stomach reels under loads of ungodly amounts of food. Maybe its some primeval instinct to stock up for the long cold winter, but by Christmas we're all ready to go at it again. The key word remains 'gluttony...

Author: By Tom M. Levenson, | Title: If You Think Your Mama Can Cook | 12/8/1978 | See Source »

John C. Pace ran screaming and the other children ran screaming and left me standing there by the boiler, my hair and skin and clothes steaming in the bright cold February...

Author: By Joseph Dalton, | Title: Like Georgia Mud | 12/8/1978 | See Source »

There is nothing like Commencement, however, for waking up from a reading period stupor. There is, as the man once said, "always something" to slap you in the face, to dash a little cold water at you before you start out on a hot summer day. The slap this year came from Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, who journeyed down from exile in Vermont to pick up an honorary degree and chide America for flabby morals and a lack of purpose. The national press took note, as it usually does when people start talking about morals or anything else at a Harvard Commencement...

Author: By Francis J. Connolly, | Title: Remembrance of Things Past | 12/8/1978 | See Source »

...time and trouble to create music and there are some new releases sitting there on the shelves waiting for you to come in and buy them. They cry softly, Buy Me, Buy Me, their thin high voices carrying over the silent white streets and floating in the clear, cold air, as they pine away until you come in to shower them with love and affection. Be nice...

Author: By Eric B. Fried, | Title: Rock and Roll Christmas | 12/8/1978 | See Source »

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