Word: got
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Green had already scored twice by then. Recovering a fumbled punt in the second quarter, Dartmouth got into scoring position on a 42-yard pass from quarterback Steve Stetson to end Greg Brown, and scored on a one-yard plunge by Stetson. In the third quarter Stetson, who completed 13 of 18 passes for the day, scored again on an eleven-yard run, Dartmouth got its last two points on a safety...
...Potted. Alice, who got her start as a sous-chef in the kitchen of a girls' reformatory in Hawthorne, N.Y. ("I was a rotten kid"), dismisses international cuisine in four sentences. "Don't be intimidated by foreign cookery," she writes. "Tomatoes and oregano make it Italian; wine and tarragon make it French. Sour cream makes it Russian; lemon and cinnamon make it Greek. Soy sauce makes it Chinese; garlic makes it good." She is similarly cavalier about the tools of her trade. "Other books say, 'Do not, do not! Do not try to make a souffle unless...
...brash Yankee millionaire-one of those action sculptors who hammer out free-form conglomerates. This impression was fortified by Leasco's on-again, off-again tactics. After withdrawing the offer in a falling-out with Pergamon's chairman, Robert Maxwell, with whom he had originally got on well, Steinberg lined up enough support from British institutional investors to oust Maxwell at a stormy meeting two weeks...
...August, when it first got into the late-night talk show competition, CBS bannered its promotion campaign, "Give the Kid a Break." The kid was Host Merv Griffin, chosen to challenge NBC's champ, Johnny Carson, after clicking on daytime game shows and a syndicated afternoon talk series. By last week, it appeared that the kid was the kind that drooped without daylight...
...honorary Houstonian, then ducked into the Rib Room for a press dinner. Asked about John Wayne, he stared at two reporters with mock malevolence across his tossed salad, slowly raised a pointed finger from an imaginary holster and cried: "Zap! Whammo! Jesus, the guy's still got it." But, said one reporter, "Wayne's 62 now and his fight scenes are beginning to look a little-well . . ." "Fight scenes!" roared Marvin. "Hell, I thought those were his love scenes. Hey, don't print that. Oh, go ahead. I can always say, 'Hey, look, Duke...