Word: ducks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...that is not the U.S. trade dispute but Nakasone's announced decision to impose an unpopular 5% national sales tax. Nakasone has not made a single appearance on behalf of local candidates -- because no invitations were extended to him. Jokes one Tokyo academic: "If President Reagan is a lame duck, our Prime Minister is a dying duck." Nakasone probably did not feel any better after U.S. Trade Representative Yeutter told a Senate Finance Committee hearing that he could not understand why Japan was planning to introduce the value-added tax. Replied Japanese Government Spokesman Masaharu Gotoda: "The tax system...
...street snacks sampled on a gastronomic long march through China, this visitor can report that all the answers are true. There is indeed wonderful food, as well as some that is terrible, with much more that is merely mediocre. For every delectable experience, like a dinner of impeccable Peking duck with its glassily crisp skin folded into delicate crepes, there were several depressing meals of bland, gristly meat and canned vegetables swimming in grease, ineptly served in drab and dirty dining rooms...
when the President finally arrived, fierce whispers urged those in front of the camera emplacements to duck below the lenses, so that Reagan saw a tired crowd, half of them kneeling before him in the white brilliant light that he loves. "Mr. President," bellowed a television reporter, "Do you think you can change a vote around? "His voice echoed in the mosaic hallway. The president of the United States, preoccupied and confused, failed to react, then shrugged expressively when the question was repeated...
...were a parliamentary democracy, the Reagan Government might have fallen. As it is, Ronald Reagan will remain in Washington for another 22 months. His White House is laboring to repair the damage. In time Reagan may reassert his charm. Even as a lame duck, he will have his successes, perhaps even an arms-control agreement. It is possible that Ronald Reagan has not yet exhausted his luck...
Then finally the door is locked, and we speed up a notch to clean up. Legs out in a Chuck Berry Duck Walk, I hop around singing into my mop while the manager rushes about waving correction slips and time cards. Then we're in the service area, cranking out the final tasks. Both choosing the same moment to drag out an ice cream tub, we collide. Eyes bugging, faces centimeters apart, we break into a primal scream duet. Nancy joins us, and we all scream again, faces flushed, drowning out the music, and then finally collapsing into exhausted laughter...