Word: eye
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Only in recent weeks has Ambassador Walter Stoessel (who is said to be suffering from anemia and eye hemorrhaging) been briefing embassy staffers on the situation. Rumors that the waves can cause leukemia, sterility in males or birth defects are circulating around the embassy. But morale remains good, nobody has yet requested a transfer, and some employees even manage weak jokes about the affair ("You're looking radiant today, dear"). "No one's mad at Stoessel," explains one diplomat in Moscow. "The resentment is directed against top management in Washington for not leveling with...
...advertisement in last week's issue of the New Delhi Hindustan Times was clearly designed to catch the eye of marriage-minded Indian males: MATCH FOR TALL, CONVENT-EDUCATED, LEGALLY DIVORCED 27-YEAR-OLD GIRL DRAWING FOUR-FIGURE SALARY, FOREIGN FIRM. FATHER SENIOR OFFICIAL. FAMILY RESPECTABLE AND HIGHLY CONNECTED. If the "legally divorced" line discouraged bachelor readers, they could scan hundreds of other announcements in the Times's nine columns of "matrimonial" ads. The ads discreetly avoided the subject of dowries. Yet the real nuptial knot in India-where 90% of marriages are still arranged-is not love...
...1960s Private Eye John Steed (Patrick Macnee) was regularly upstaged in The Avengers on British TV by a sexy tough-Honor Blackman-who wore a black leather pantsuit when things got rough. Later Diana Rigg and then Linda Thorson took over the tough-cookie role...
...that can carry a woman through the day and past the evening. The ready-to-wear lines are virtually ageless and classless, and are within the reach of most women. A trendy suit from a top designer can cost less than $200; T shirts, from $10 to $20; an eye-catching swimsuit goes for $25 to $60. Women can pay far more, of course. But the quality and durable panache of today's off-the-peg clothes make them a sound investment at almost any price...
...FRIDAY SOME kid just wandered around testily, yelling "Don't before me, my leg hurts." He got bit, you see, on the subway, by a seeing-eye dog. So Saturday night this Salem-smoking refugee from West Virginia comes in and says, "That line's been rollin' and tumblin' around my head all day. We gotta write a song about gittin' bit by a seeing-eye dog." His almost-heaven West Virginia accent laid me in the aisles, where I rolled over Tim Carlson, self-described "gangly, goofy, blushing, cowlicky, smartass, shynose, sloppy lunch eater" who kneed...