Word: hairs
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...divestment, to give up the threat of real penalty to a corporation, is not necessarily that at all. Unfortunately, various corporate executives have indicated to me that they would be delighted if people who don't like their policies would simply sell their stock, and get out of their hair at shareholders' meetings. But even here. I think, the notion that holding the threat of divestment over their heads will be a threat is an empirical proposition which perhaps we should try to check. It is by no means a clear one, on the basis of conversations I have...
...woman with strawberry blond hair knotted atop her head calls from a nearby stall. "You're our star. I want to shake your hand, honey. You're a celebrity. They even had you on TV." Putting out one cigarette, Smith then lights another. At 47, a short, broad-shouldered man in tan dungarees, he has the look of someone who could have spent his life punching in at an automobile plant or a paint factory. But Smith is a celebrity because the assembly lines he manned produced goods made of plutonium, a radioactive element so deadly that even microscopic doses...
...Oklahoma in 1969, he commanded several dozen men and made $12,000 a year. He had similar responsibilities with Kerr-McGee, where his crews produced fuel pellets for experimental reactors. When the plant closed in 1975, Smith was furloughed. His wife Phyllis, 43, a tall brunette with fashionably frizzed hair, carried the family finances with her job as a district manager for Avon. Smith began doing the family cooking. He also kept busy taking his motor home to auctions, picking up stuff for the flea market. He and Phyllis spent a lot of time working on a rambling clapboard house...
...Hair. Cheri Theater, daily...
...Dressed in the right clothes, and equipped with the best Dr. Watson ever, Plummer has potential, but he never forgets about that charming scar on his lower lip, that little half-smile, that direct and demanding gaze. Who ever heard of a sexy, suave, passionate Holmes, with blow-dried hair and visible muscles? A new modern Holmes might have worked, but the screenplay stops far short of Conan Doyle's stories, and Bob Clark's heavy-handed direction relies too much on weird music, heavy breathing, and heartbeats to create an atmosphere of horror and anticipation. A lot of vintage...