Word: cowboyed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...costumes are, in the Pudding tradition, wonderfully creative and good for some of the shows biggest laughs. Willie Everstop wears a Barn Aid t-shirt and Stan Byeme's cowboy getup is a crackup...
Lost in thought, he fiddles with his fingers, rubbing his left hand with his right as though it were a kind of talisman. It is a nervous habit, something he does before nearly every public appearance. At 7:15 a.m., Gary Hart, his black cowboy boots burnished, his blue pinstripe suit neatly pressed, stands in the corner of the windowless waiting room at ABC before going on Good Morning America. He is there to promote The Strategies of Zeus, his recently published spy novel about arms talks in Geneva. Watching the monitor, he hears the announcer telling viewers what...
Still, his art was not lost on the relatively inexperienced sailors of Kookaburra III. "They thrashed us with a better boat," said Rick Goodrich, a Queensland cowboy grinding his first winch. And with more than just the boat. Starting Helmsman Peter Gilmour, who jockeyed for Murray in the pre-race maneuvers, imagined on the last day that he had succeeded in cajoling Conner over the line prematurely. "Then I remembered something," he said. "It's Dennis...
...Reagan and Australian Prime Minister Bob Hawke could not stay out of the guessing game. In a phone call two weeks ago, the President offered the PM a "proposition on a matter of importance and some common concern to the people of both our nations." He bet "my favorite cowboy hat" on the U.S. entry. Hawke responded by putting a wide-brimmed bush hat on the Kookaburra. Whoever wins, all hats will be off to the men of both teams. Then after a few weeks they can start revving up for the next Cup encounter...
...trapper named Claude Dallas ruthlessly gunned down two game wardens, instantly creating the Legend of Claude Dallas, and a major migraine for the sheriff. One recent day, as cold winds whistled across the jackrabbit badlands and swirled outside his cramped office, Nettleton kindled yet another cigarette, propped his scuffed cowboy boots on the desk and pondered the renegade Dallas, who's been on the loose since a jailbreak last Easter Sunday. Abruptly he blew out the match and turned, a flinty glare transforming his hound-dog eyes. The sheriff wanted Dallas, dead or alive. "If they'd bring...