Word: dust
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...cloud of dust, they rode through Ye Olde Square. They came to rape and pillage fair Cambridge, and to challenge the knights of King Joseph's Varsity Table. And most of all, these lusty and lecherous disgraces to chivalry came seeking the Crimson maidens, the damsels of too-tight tunics and too-short skirts, the leaders of cheer in the court of King Joseph...
...middle of this serene day for most of King Joseph's Court, the Green Meanies came riding in, surrounded by clouds of dust and many foul odors. And The Knight of Delta Pi Epsilon, also called Brooklyn, led the pack, riding up to King Joseph himself. And this bold mass of green bellowed. "Greetings, lusty cuckold. Thou hast the sorriest bunch of knights in all the ivy land. And we, the animals from Hanover who pervert the name of chivalry and take the memory of Arthur in vain, do challenge you to a tournament...
...ginger vanished from J.P. Donleavy's comedy about the time he got himself an Irish country squire's suit to wear for dust-jacket photographs several books ago. The ratty, malicious humor of The Ginger Man (1965) was unmistakably the effort of an authentic writer. Donleavy's recent works seem to be the chores of an author, necessary productions for the furtherance of a literary personage. Donleavy may not actually have dictated his new book while riding in the back of a rented Rolls, but the impression given by Schultz, a farce about an American theatrical impresario...
...under the cavern where the new rock has fallen, and begin hauling out stone, which is then hoisted onto ore carts for the long trip to the mine head. There it is pulverized, milled down as fine as flour, and the gold is chemically extracted as minute particles of dust...
...squadron of South African Impala jets thundered through the skies over the new Independence Stadium in Thohoyandou, as tribal dancers raised clouds of red dust with their rhythmic exhortations to ancestral spirits. At the stroke of midnight, South Africa's top-hatted President Marais Viljoen strode down a red carpet to announce a "great historic event, the birth of a new state." At his side stood Chief Patrick Mphephu, 54, a small, diffident man with a fifth-grade education, who was soon to become the Executive President of the Republic of Venda, a Delaware-sized region tucked...