Word: fats
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Yorker is probably right about that, readers do know what's going on. The magazine quickly sold out at all three Harvard Square newsstands last week, proof that sophisticated aesthetes saw the February 24 issue for what it was: a silent collector's item. It was fat with the work of such New Yorker deities as E.B. White, S.J. Perelman, Brendan Gill, John Updike and Pauline Kael--some of them dragged from retirement for this circumspect celebration. That was a clue, of course all of those whimsical hot shots, together in one issue, meant something special was up. There were...
From the stillborn Eagles, Parent found his way to the W.H.A.'s Philadelphia Blazers, signing a fat five-year $750,000 contract. That adventure too ended in disaster when Parent quit the team midway through the 1973 playoffs, claiming he had not been paid. Angry Blazer teammates called him a "hockey Benedict Arnold." "I knew how the guys felt," says Parent, "but there are times in your life when you have to look after yourself." With that, Parent and his wife Carol took off for a cruise. In Martinique, he got a call informing him the Flyers had taken...
...conniving femmes fat ales, Mata Hari and Delilah pale by comparison to female fireflies of the genus Photuris. Like other fireflies, these nocturnal, winged beetles send out short, rhythmic flashes of light as part of a special signal system that attracts males of the same species. The female Photuris practices a deadly variation of this ritual. It modifies its signal to mimic the flash pattern of different species of fireflies and thus lures unsuspecting males. Once they are in reach, the female devours them...
...backside of the stage left wall in a room bearing closer resemblance to a glorified furnace closet than any kind of backstage rest stop. The equal ceiling was gnarled with heating pipes, and about ten feet, back--where the room slightly used out to its end--crouched an old fat furnace, gurgling away through most of the show. Next to it stood a vaudevillian theatre mirror lined with a few dusty but brightly lit bulbs. Old pop cans, boxes, and performance notes decked the floor and walls, and a new bottle of "Syntax" hand lotion sat ready...
...come - the peasant striding into the council of kings and lords of the church. As rude as common fare, she serves notice on the feudal system that knighthood is no longer in flower. As she lifts the siege at Orléans and pushes her balky Dauphin with the "fat, un happy lips" toward his coronation at Rheims, she is hurrying onstage not a monarchy but the modern nation-state. The descendants of this Joan are the bourgeoisie...