Word: guys
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...scene switched to President Hackerman, who had been sitting in his office hoping the whole thing would blow over. (I've talked with him on several different occasions, and he's a very nice sort of guy.) That afternoon, while I was in class, about 400 students picked up tree branches cut from the fallen trees and, like Birnam Wood advancing on Macbeth, dragged them to the tower, where they stacked the limbs in front of the doorway. The doors had already been locked by the campus police. (In the meantime, someone had started a fire in the janitor...
...grenade launcher into a clump of bodies in which some Vietnamese were still alive. One chilling incident was observed by Ronald L. Haeberle, 28, the Army combat photographer who had been assigned to C Company.* He saw "two small children, maybe four or five years old. A guy with an M-16 fired at the first boy, and the older boy fell over to protect the smaller one. Then they fired six more shots. It was done very businesslike...
Twelve hours later, the astronauts again suited up, left Intrepid and headed back to check the ALSEP experiments. As Conrad approached the ion detector, the instrument sensed his presence and reported it to earth. "Can the guy with the seismometer hear me running?" Conrad asked. Responded Houston: "Looks as though you're really thundering by it." Conrad also tested the seismometer by tossing a rock-he called it an "extra grapefruit-size goody"-into a small crater. The instrument promptly signaled to Houston that it had detected the lunar version of the rolling stones...
...aaalll.' The crowd erupts. The Stones launch into Jumpin' Jack Flash, the guitars driving. Jagger stretching out the syllables, howling notes much like the old Bob Dylan. At the end he cries, 'Are you having a good time?' The bad guy trying to please. Then Carol, bop-bop-bop-bop, a great oldie, good times at the record hop all over again. Jagger leaps about the stage, smirking, jerking, prancing, shooting pelvic thrusts straight at the crowd...
...mike was opened to anyone who wanted to use it. Magazine-rejected poems, N. Y. Times articles, and Richard Daley anecdotes followed one after the other. It was a psychedelic Ted Mack Amatcur Hour. Farce reached its peak when a bearded guy in khaki stepped up and dead-panned in down-home Okie, "Ah'm new heah, an'ah ain't nevah seen so many people befoah. These nice folks done tol'me ah could read a pome, an'ah shorely do 'preciate it." A pause. I assured my friend that yes, he was for real. He continued...