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Word: grass (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Graham Hill, afterward: "As we went into St. Mary's, Stirling was coming up on me at about 110 m.p.h. on the outside. In the mirror I saw him coming up fast, and then he just kept going straight." Moss's Lotus hurtled across 150 yds. of grass, plowed head on into an 8-ft.-high embankment, spun backwards about 10 yds., and stopped dead, a crumpled, almost unrecognizable ruin...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: A Bloody Go | 5/4/1962 | See Source »

...spring moves north with the growing grass, the snarl of some 19 million powered lawnmowers is heard in the land...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Mower Missiles | 5/4/1962 | See Source »

Robert B. Higgins' '63 poem "We Have Thought Too Much and Done Too Little" was awarded first prize in its area. "Barrow Grass" by George M. Friend '62 was second. In the oratory contest, John W. Price '62 was first with a speech of Burke's, while John T. Parker's '62 presentation, of Pericles Funeral Oration earned second price...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Give Festival Prizes To Gillespie, Talisman | 5/1/1962 | See Source »

...figures have been released. But radioactivity is known to be showing its expected spring rise. In the Northern states cows are still feeding mostly on fodder gathered last fall before the Soviet tests, and their milk is still low in radioactivity. But Southern cows are already grazing on green grass, and the spring fallout that has collected on it is passing into their milk. As spring moves north and the grass greens up in Vermont and Wisconsin, the radioactivity of Northern milk will increase...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Fallout with the Daffodils | 4/27/1962 | See Source »

Smuts & Sophistication. "The world was waiting. Waiting for me, to whisper my incantation 'I am George Emlyn Williams and . . .' I was lying with my head on my fist on morning grass, dry of dew and warm with the first heat of the year. Spring smells and earth feelings crept into my seven-year-old body; nine-tenths innocent, one-tenth conscient. it responded. I rolled one cheek up till it closed an eye, and squinted down at the sunlit village...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Curtain Going Up | 4/20/1962 | See Source »

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