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Word: gated (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Angry Chargé. Meanwhile, some 140 American families living in the suburban-style residential complex for USAID workers outside Vientiane were being held virtual prisoners. Pathet Lao and rightist troops brandishing potent-looking grenades were searching cars at the compound's gate and preventing nearly all Americans from leaving. At Prakhao, six miles north of Vientiane, students and police barricaded the entrance to a major USAID supply center...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: LAOS: Removing the Last Obstacle | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

With Foolish Pleasure winning the Kentucky Derby, and Master Derby running away with the Preakness, chalk players are already arguing over which colt is Horse of the Year. They could be wasting their time. The top three-year-old thoroughbred may not even have been in the starting gate at Churchill Downs or Pimlico. Nor is it likely to be at Belmont on June 7 for the Belmont Stakes, the third jewel in racing's Triple Crown. The superhorse of 1975 could very well be a lady: Ruffian, the fastest filly in memory. Before the summer...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: King Filly | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

Opening Day at Fenway Park, the kids were lined up hours before the gate opened, and by noon or one o'clock, the mood was starting to turn ugly. "Like refugees at Da Nang," a friend still mutters balefully...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: The Queens Comet | 6/2/1975 | See Source »

...guys I only glimpsed as they yelled "jump in" were headed up toward Idaho to build a house--or so I heard from my travelling companions in the back--and it looked like a clear shot to Reno. The upper portion of the tail-gate was propped up and I thought maybe I'd get a view of California as it sped by backwards, but the State Troopers didn't agree. We were on the road for only ten minutes when they pulled up about two feet in back of the truck, cruising at a swift 60, and then they...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: Riding on the Blacktop Rivers | 5/28/1975 | See Source »

...smell of pine cut into my sleep in the late afternoon and I could hear the truck whining against a steep incline. I pushed open the back gate and the Sierra Nevada, red in the setting sun, passed by like a slow-moving train. The forest was hypnotic, nothing moved out there in the dark green silence. Darkness came in from the east, and falling back to sleep, I wondered what it was like in the Far East to have the morning sun come up over the Pacific, to have the mountains cast their shadow over the west...

Author: By Gregory F. Lawless, | Title: Riding on the Blacktop Rivers | 5/28/1975 | See Source »

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