Word: gum
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...diseased and dying. Using $500,000 from the James Foundation, which was established in 1938 by the will of Lucy Wortham James, great-granddaughter of pioneering Missouri Ironmaker Thomas James, the town decided to tear out the old trees and begin replacing them with hardier fast-growing holly, sweet gum and flowering crab...
...refreshing to read a crisp, smog-free Essay on patriotism in these United States [Nov. 10]. I belong to a rather ambiguous generation, many of whom have forgotten what it is all about. The draft dissenters wade through the crumpled bubble-gum wrappers on the streets of our cities waving signs and mumbling chants, but it is the men "over there" that must wade through the muck and mire of war as it really...
...liquid, flowing back and forth. One second is the future, and the platoon's officer (Michael Crawford) has been captured by the Germans. The next is the past, and he is just starting out on his mission. Lunacy is the order of the day: staff officers exchange bubble-gum cards in the heat of conflict. An ex-cavalry colonel shoots his disabled tank. When a man is wounded, his wife abruptly appears on the battlefield. "It hurts," he groans, looking at his shattered legs. "Run 'em under the cold tap, luv," she advises. Real blood spurts from fictitious...
...LACE "makes you want to take off your clothes, kiss people and make love." Other hippie plots included jamming gun barrels with flowers and an attempt to "kidnap L.B.J. while wrestling him to the ground and pulling his pants off. We will attack with noisemakers, water pistols, marbles, bubble-gum wrappers and bazookas. Sorcerers, swamis, priests, warlocks, rabbis, gurus, witches, alchemists, speed freaks and other holy men will join hands and everyone will scream 'Vote for me!' " Alas, L.B.J. rarely visits the Pentagon...
...Gum-Chewing Floozy. Instead of sponsored shows, the campaign will rely heavily on prime-time TV spot commercials with an irreverence that the auto industry has seldom seen. To tout American Motors' 1968 Ambassador, which boasts air conditioning as standard equipment, one commercial features a gum-chewing floozy strolling along a desert road; she refuses to be picked up by drivers of non-A.M.C. cars, but happily hops into a cool, comfortable Ambassador. Another commercial spoofs Detroit's penchant for depicting its cars in country-club surroundings. It shows elegantly coifed beauties swooping from swank settings into...