Word: grabs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...issue had burgerdom's three leviathans in a sizzle. Tempers flared when the Burger King Corp. of Miami, the nation's second largest fast-food restaurant chain (3,500 outlets, $2.3 billion in 1981 sales), launched a provocative $19 million network television ad blitz designed both to grab off a bite of the market from its larger archrival, McDonald's Corp. of Oak Brook, Ill. (1981 sales: $7.6 billion), and to steal a march on third-ranked Wendy's International Inc. of Dublin, Ohio (sales last year: $1.4 billion...
...hesitant synthesizer notes of "Baba O'Riley" rang out. Then power guitar chords and lights came simultaneously, and everyone would see Townshend bashing away frantically at his Gibson SG. Finally, Daltrey would swagger in from stage right, throwing his mike toward the audience in ever increasing arcs only to grab it at the very last possible second and sing from his guts: "Out here in the fields...
...throw that set the new mark, fittingly, was a 13-yard touchdown toss to split end John O'Brien, who made a pretty, leaping grab at the goal line. The score, with 4-27 left in the contest, staked Harvard to a secure 31-14 advantage and gave Allard yards 346 through 358, breaking Brown's record...
...addition to recreating Motown fervor. Dancin' in the Street! supplements it. Comments by the dancers like "I ain't goin' nowhere!" and "Oh my goodness. I can't stand it no more" verbalize the sentiments of all who have suppressed joyous emotions when hearing Diana Ross and Smokey Robinson grab for our hearts through...woofers and tweeters. The "My Guy/My Girl" duet performed by Edna Davis and Lewis Robinson similarly brings to fruition a fantasy: the blending of the two songs which epitomize utter faithfulness...
...young black men, "And who won World War II?" In permissive California, San Quentin's main visiting room has the look of a junior high school make-out party where they forgot to dim the lights: dozens of couples, hugging, smooching, oblivious. In Leavenworth's vast mess hall, inmates grab their silverware from a miniature Conestoga and eat off red-and-white checkered tablecloths; the hoe-down amenities seem almost too perky to bear. In one dim passageway leading to an Illinois cellblock, some wry convict has painted a skillful trompe l'oeil escape route, railroad tracks disappearing into...