Word: dead
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Burr headed back to his farm, a Johnson County deputy sheriff drove up behind him, siren blaring. Burr pulled off the road, while the officer waited in his car for reinforcements. When other deputies and state police arrived, they found Burr slumped in his truck, dead of two self-inflicted gunshot wounds. At the farm, authorities found the body of Emily Burr, along with a one-sentence note Burr had scrawled. According to a sheriff's deputy, "He said he couldn't manage his problems any more...
...patient is on the table, dying but not yet dead," said a dejected Richard Gephardt, the Missouri Democrat who has made tax reform his major cause. But Reagan, who grew increasingly angry as he mulled over the G.O.P. defections, ordered his lieutenants to try to revive the moribund bill last week. Said Treasury Secretary James Baker as he headed off to Capitol Hill to cajole and arm-twist, "It ain't over till it's over...
...effective way of dislodging inept managers. To Carl Icahn, the typical chief executive is merely "a nice guy, a good drinking buddy." Sir James Goldsmith, a feared acquisitor who gained control of the Crown Zellerbach paper company last summer, told Congress that he has freed firms from "the dead hand of the bureaucrat" who produced only "complacency, ossification and decline...
...that is now a bombed-out ruin, rebel fighters carrying Soviet-made AK-47 assault rifles stand watch in trenches along a ridge. Across a narrow valley, in places just 60 yards away, Ethiopian troops are dug in. Some of their comrades, identifiable by their bright green uniforms, lie dead in no-man's-land. An exchange of automatic-weapons fire echoes through the valley. Moments later, two Soviet-built Ethiopian MiGs roar overhead in search of the rebels' camouflaged artillery and tank emplacements. Sipping tea in his command bunker, Afewerki Melke, a field commander of the Eritrean People...
...20th century rumbles to an end, American designers' enduring fascination with Tomorrow has revived. But Tom Swift is dead. This time around, the fashionably conceived future involves a certain cultivated disillusion, a kind of callow, teasing Weimar dread. The thrill is gone...