Word: furred
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...coins minted in 1967, right after he came to power, he's depcited in an army uniform with rows of medals on his chest and a mean look on his face under his black glasses. Coins from 1969 show him in a business suit. In 1972 an African fur hat is added to the suit. The latest 1974 coins have him wearing a daishiki and fur hat--the only still recognizable feature is the black glasses, as thick as ever...
...works eight or nine hours a day on Volume III of his Metamorphoses of the Gods, and spends his rare moments of rest strolling through his elegant garden in Verrieres-le-Buisson with his two cats, named Fourrure (fur) and Essuie-plume (penwiper). Still French Polymath Andre Malraux, 73, took time out to visit the Louvre for a television tribute to Michelangelo in honor of the 500th anniversary of the artist's birth. "Michelangelo invented the hero type. It had not existed before him, and he certainly did not discover it in antiquity, where it does not exist either...
...state capital, Olympia, by July 4, 1976. But most Bicentennial projects in the West are drawn from the region's own history and heritage. Alaskans are rebuilding the Tlingit and Haida tribal houses in Angoon and restoring a log headquarters built in 1793 by Russian fur traders in Kodiak. Hawaiians are constructing a 60-ft., double-hulled sailing canoe in which a crew of 24 will leave on April 1, 1976, for a month-long voyage to Tahiti and back to demonstrate how the Polynesians discovered the Hawaiian Islands...
...fact, reports TIME'S Diplomatic Editor Jerrold L. Schecter, a veteran of three previous shuttles, there is little time for relaxation on the airborne Middle East shuttle. "What I need is a fur-lined straitjacket," sighed the Secretary of State as he climbed aboard his Air Force 707 after a hard day's negotiating, and unbent in the correspondents' aft cabin, which newsmen have christened "the torture chamber...
Neither of us speaks until an animal rolls past, he sees its fur smooth the way a knife might spread it flat. I try and explain that it's not my fault, we would have felt it under the wheel. His voice cracks, unsure of its own depth, when he tells me it doesn't matter who killed it, but it's like me not to care about the animal, not to care about anything. He is 12 years old and filled with sure indignation: I resent...