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Word: galloped (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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With Bulldog fans choking on their pop corn and daiquiris, Yale took the kick-off and started to move for the first time. With John Rogan taking over the signal-calling, the Elis confidently marched down-field. A 29-yd. John Nitti gallop gave Yale a first and 10 at the Crimson 21. Rogan rolled to the Harvard 9 just tow plays later, and Hill scampered to a first and goal at the four...

Author: By Mark D. Director, SPECIAL TO THE CRIMSON | Title: HARVARD BLASTS YALE | 11/17/1979 | See Source »

This centerfold prose disfigures the novel and makes a few paragraphs indistinguishable from Harold Robbins at the gallop: "When she arrived, the flare of her seductive allure would be in full glow, the meld of her sexuality fired by the challenge of another woman." Fortunately, Kosinski's kinks are a minor portion of Passion Play. The reader who can get past horse-and-lady scenes that bear no relation to International Velvet will be rewarded with passages of great force...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: When Going Is the Goal | 9/17/1979 | See Source »

...against his cheekbone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like a pine tree that had fallen...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/6/1979 | See Source »

...cheek-bone. Memory flashed: the carnage that had stared back at him from the mirror the night before, the purple polka-dot bruises that dappled his face and shoulders and back. Like the flanks of an Appaloosa horse, he thought to himself; then, because he had lost his gallop and barbed wire fenced-in his prairie, he thought again--a spotted fawn, tucktail and fear-frozen at the sound of a pine cone dropping. Except it was more like a pine tree that had fallen...

Author: By Tom Blanton, | Title: Sorrow is Such Sweet Parting | 6/5/1979 | See Source »

Does it send a chill down your spine to see a live Trojan on a snorting white horse gallop around the Los Angeles Coliseum when the University of Southern California scores a touchdown...

Author: By Bill Ginsberg, | Title: In Search of Crimson | 2/15/1979 | See Source »

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