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Word: drank (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...they wove vignettes from such unpromising material as the pet white mouse in a first-class stateroom, the ship's minor collision with a whale, and a vicar selling oak trees to reforest Sherwood Forest. With the weather still too cold to swim or sun, the passengers danced, drank, and rested. The most popular place on the ship was the cinema, which was packed to capacity for both afternoon and evening showings of first-run films...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Travel: Hotel at Sea | 5/16/1969 | See Source »

...Occidental, his wife Carol, two years his senior, remembers him as a strait-laced type who neither drank nor smoked?and once wrote a poem urging her to give up cigarettes. She did?only to see him succumb. Until he took his present job, where he feels he has to set an example, he was smoking three packs...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: THE WELFARE STATE, REPUBLICAN STYLE | 5/2/1969 | See Source »

...Isadora drank too much, she couldn't keep her hands off good-looking young men, couldn't bother to keep her figure in shape, never could keep track of her money. But a great sense of health filled the hall when the pearshaped figure with the beautiful great arms tramped forward slowly from the back of the stage, She was afraid of nothing; she was a great dancer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: New Movies: Daughter of Bacchus | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

Ernest the Bad lived in Key West, drank too much, and kept remarrying. Instead of getting his work done, he was forever playing at great white hunter or bravebull aficionado or none-too-accurate war correspondent. When Ernest the Bad did write, the crisp sentences came out flabby, self-parodying. Finally, he turned himself from writer into public figure: "Papa," the self-indulgent joker whom his embarrassed admirers couldn't drag offstage and back to his Ernest-the-Good writing desk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Ernest, Good and Bad | 4/18/1969 | See Source »

That left Tim, Phoebe, and myself at the cabin Friday night. We sat by the fire after the others left, playing poker with a damp pack of cards Tommy had found, using sugar cubes for chips. Tim drank, which he almost never does, got rosy-checked and high. He said nothing about the night's shooting--and instead talked only about poker, as he slowly cleaned Phoebe...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The World is a Big Box | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

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