Word: got
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...that tractor trailers are involved in more fatal accidents per million vehicle miles than passenger cars (5.9 vs. 3.6 in 1977). Drivers say that more and more truckers smoke pot on the road. Says Allen Carter, "I hear on the radio all the time, 'anybody working high? Anybody got a joint?' " A five-year U.C.L.A. study just completed reports that even a few tokes of marijuana reduce driver reaction time from 10% to 20% and affect peripheral vision as well as the driver's ability to judge distances. Many truckers disdain the weed, claiming it puts them...
...Crimson hoop team has never beaten Princeton at Jadwin Gym and last night's fiasco certainly didn't change things, as once again Pete Caril's troops got the better of their Cambridge counterparts, defeating Harvard, 65-60, in a sloppy display of basketball in front of only 1052 dedicated followers...
...never got to know Grady very well during the five months I worked on that newspaper. But now I have a photograph of him hanging above my desk. He's standing on a plot of farmland in rural and red-neck Yadkin County, grinning broadly, wearing green silk robes and cradling a machine gun. Joe Grady was the Grand Dragon of North Carolina's Federated Knights of the Ku Klux Klan...
...first met Grady on a Saturday night in late July. I had been assigned to cover a Klan rally and I was scared. The editor who runs the Journal newsroom on Saturdays, a kind and gentle man, got alarmed and solicitious when I joked. "Do you always send Yankee Jewish girls to cover Klan rallies?" I assured him that I have plenty of chutzpah, and then spent 20 minutes trying unsuccessfully to define that term...
...Klan's courtesy to me was disquieting. The members were chivalrous Southern gentlemen, trying to guide me over the farm's rough terrain. They allowed me to question Grady and other Klan luminaries from nearby states. I generally got forthright, if predictable, answers. But I was always escorted by one of the squadron of clean-shaven guards, who wore military uniforms, with helmets and pistols. It took me several minutes to notice the cross that they would burn later that night; it was so large that I walked past it several times, thinking that it was a tree...