Word: grassed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...have also contributed time to grass-roots politics, the League of Women Voters, museums, hospitals, schools, prisons, the ecology, charities, churches and religious programs. Classmates have assisted Radcliffe as trustees, interviewers, fund raisers, local club officers, directors of the HRAA and have served as Harvard overseers...
...course, the eventual outcome seems favorable. As Gorbachev says, "Only the old are truly Communists now. When the young take over, communism will finally die, and democracy will take firm root." So while few deny that a period of repressive score settling would attend a Communist victory, the grass that is already growing through the cracks will continue to do so in any event. It is right to view this election as among the most pivotal in history. The question, though, is no longer whether Russia's future will arrive, but when it will--and, if the Communists re-emerge...
...Vladimir Zhirinovsky, the ultranationalist whose appeal has consistently defied expectations. "But we're really not fighting hard to win this time," says Alexei Mitrofanov, a key Zhirinovsky aide. "The country isn't ready. The goal now is to grow like a cancer, to build our party at the grass roots and make Zhirinovsky more acceptable to the mainstream. Then, in five or 10 years, he could burst through...
Grudgingly, painfully, the swamp that swallowed Flight 592 is surrendering parts of the jet, as well as human remains, but it has not yielded an exact answer to what caused the crash. Investigators, wading through thick heat, razor-sharp saw grass, toxic jet fuel and the almost cartoonish threat of alligators, first speculated that the 27-year-old DC-9 was struck down by some combination of age and poor maintenance. Now they are focusing on a new culprit: the 50 to 60 oxygen generators believed to have been stowed--perhaps mistakenly--in the forward cargo hold of the aircraft...
...night the Quad lights up, and from my window I see the soft burning of a hundred different lights, people playing pool in our JCR and friends lying on their backs in the cool grass to look up at the stars...