Word: dank
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Army's Curt Alitz careened across the tape in first place with a time of 24:37, which was 15 seconds slower than his winning time last year, as a dank mist enshrouding the Bronx slowed down the field. Dean Stevens of Dartmouth traversed the circuit in 25:02 to come in the runner-up while Princeton's Bruce Barnes and Jerry Kooymans finished third and fourth...
...birth with this ditty: O Nicholas Ochs put on his socks to cover his chubby feet. He dropped in the hamper a slightly used Pamper and went out for a walk in the street. O Nicholas Ochs walked blocks and blocks till his socks grew dark and dank. When he came to a stop and sat with a plop at the keys of the Times Data Bank...
...domain in Transylvania has long been a place of pilgrimage. Every year hundreds of Americans and Europeans visit Rumania for government-organized Dracula tours of spooky castles that were supposedly once inhabited by the Transylvanian ghoul. Many of the tourists who climb secret staircases and descend into the dank depths of dungeons wear bags of garlic round their necks-the traditional method of warding off the vampire's bloodsucking kiss. In the spirit of the occasion, local schoolchildren wave their arms like bat wings and bare their budding fangs for visitors' cameras...
...Irving continues, the lone maniac exclusively responsible for bringing down European civilization in Götterdämmerung. This singular chronicle of World War II displays a quiet and sometimes fascinating empathy for its subject, viewing the battle maps as they looked to the Führer in his dank bunkers with their mosquitoes and their fanged names-"Werewolf," "Wolfs Lair." Irving describes Hitler's medications and mashed-apple breakfasts, and offers a little touch of comedy when a hapless secretary blunders into a war conference wearing shorts and carrying a tennis racquet...
...center of the rock swarm was the Troubadour, a dank Santa Monica Boulevard bar that offered newcomers three-song auditions on Monday nights. Fast talkers who knew they needed only ballpoint pens and promising new groups to become record company executives jostled in the Troub's murk with finger snappers who knew they needed only luck and chord books to become rock musicians. The Poneys wangled a gig at the Troubadour. They had hit the small time, but they were rock musicians...