Word: doggedly
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...nearly 35 minutes it was a dog, but in the last five it was a finely-groomed thoroughbred, as Harvard's Jekyll-and-Hyde basketball team stunned Dartmouth, 71-69, at the IAB last night on supersub Mike Stenhouse's 17-foot jumper with two seconds left...
...Louise spent $375 a month on groceries. The family is still well fed, but she closely follows the instructions in her favorite cookbook, Mountain Measures. "If the recipe says it serves six, it's exactly six," she says. "It don't lie. No more scraps for the dog." One of her favorite dishes is "sawmill gravy," known to other Cabin Creek families as "dough sop": bacon grease, flour, water, evaporated milk, salt and lots of pepper, poured over biscuits and served for breakfast or dinner...
...mutually exclusive. Kenneth Swenka, 48, a farmer in North Liberty, Iowa, found otherwise after the death of his three-year-old German shepherd, Lobo. When Swenka went to pay his county property taxes, he learned that they included a $1 levy on Lobo. Swenka told the authorities that the dog was dead, but was informed that since the tax had already been officially registered, he would have to pay. He reluctantly agreed. Then he found out that by Iowa law, the dog's tax could not be paid until the animal's license had been renewed...
Many of Iowa's 99 county auditors have run up against similar problems and have recommended that the dog tax be abolished. Debate on such a bill is expected to start shortly in the Iowa legislature. Some local farmers like Swenka, who might be expected to favor abolishing the tax, are inclined to take the opposite view. Reason: the dog tax finances replacement of livestock killed by wild dogs and other predators...
...hamburgers, pre-meds--they suddenly realize that they can do it without the formula. They can do it all with mirrors, through an intriguing process called "joke-cloning." They assemble in the dank, tomb-like basement of Harvard's newly-egalitarian Hasty Pudding Club, and, armed only with a dog-eared copy of "Boy's Life" and two pirated video-cassettes of outlawed Johnny Carson monologues, set to work. Reviving a centuries-old tradition, they begin plucking young, impressionable lads from off the street and from the upstairs billiards room, and decking them out in wigs, cute tights and mirrors...