Word: dot
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Wallace C. Ford, 29, is executive vice president of Amistad Dot Venture Capital Inc., a Washington, D.C.-based investment company, backed by black private capital, that helps set up small businesses run by members of minorities. Although former Manhattan Borough President Percy Sutton is chief executive officer of the fledgling company, founded in March, Ford is responsible for much of the daily operations. A graduate of Dartmouth and Harvard Law School, Ford at 27 became the youngest president of the Harlem Lawyers' Association. Onetime speechwriter for Sutton, Congressman Charles Rangel and Richard Hatcher, mayor of Gary, Ind., Ford commutes between...
Playful pictures of Sesame Street's Cookie Monster dot the walls, and there are Bert and Ernie dolls to hug. Children frown in concentration as they glue pieces of macaroni to construction paper. An egg carton is converted to a colorful pin wheel...
Wind. Don Quixote's nemesis could supply perhaps 2% of the nation's electric power by 1990. Modern windmills, which turn electric generators rather than grind grain, do not look anything like the revolving sails that dot Holland's countryside...
...newfound hands, porcupining from the inside as they regained feeling, reached up to touch a nose that had been smashed against his cheekbone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like...
...newfound hands, porcupining from the inside as they regained feeling, reached up to touch a nose that had been smashed against his cheek-bone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more...