Word: hairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Frazier-Foreman fight this summer because it would allegedly tear up the infield grass too much. The fight promoter then told the press that Steinbrenner wore a toupee. So the Yankee owner, concerned by this assault on his image, told the broadcaster on Sunday to pull his hair to "see if it is a purple wig." The Yankee-paid Messer dutifully announced that it "feels real to me," as the camera focused on the Yankee team taking the field...
Loping Stride. We walked the perimeter of the island, Marlon leading the way. From the back, he looked like a young heavyweight boxer: broad shoulders, thick, sinewy arms and rock-hard legs. The loping stride is strong. Only the white hair, cut short, betrayed his age. Suddenly Brando turned toward me and the illusion of youth vanished. That famous face with its jutting forehead and broken nose is a face that has seen and experienced everything. His wet shirt hugged a fat belly. "Poachers," Brando whispered, looking at two young Polynesian boys lying on the sand. They smiled nervously. Brando...
Cronkite remains unflappably number one. He is a grey-haired man who looks rather faded in person, running behind schedule in the daily process of assembling a 24 minute melange of the day's news with which to inform the 25 million or so Americans who tune in each weeknight. His hair is askew, his shoulders stooped. It is not yet noon, and you can tell that Walter Cronkite has paid for all those years of busting his ass to be the first wireman with the story, and why he sounds like the voice of time. A couple of inches...
...years ago. Well, in this bicentennial year, peanuts and Plains, Ga., ring a bell? Damn right it does: that's Jimmy Carter's occupation and home town. A coincidence? Hardly. Crusher's friends admit that he has lost more than four hundred pounds, shaved his beard, and dyed his hair blond. But they say you can still tell him by his smile. Figure it out for yourselves, my friends...
...lines of grafitti in the late '60s was "America--Fix It or Forget It." and the people who run The Quarterly seem bent on forgetting. The CoEvolutionary Quarterly should be read as one reads a clever piece of grafitti on a bathroom wall, washes his hands and slicks his hair back, then shoves his way out into the bright fluorescent lights of the real world...