Word: hairs
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...famed symphony orchestra, a first-rate art museum and 25 major corporate headquarters, a number surpassed among cities only by Chicago and New York. Most Clevelanders thought they had escaped becoming a national joke last year when they voted out Mayor Ralph Perk. He once set his hair ablaze with a welding torch while showing his affinity for the workingman during a campaign appearance at a local steel mill...
Swathed in a velvet train, with the imperial crown carefully balanced on her coiffed brown hair, Queen Elizabeth II opened the final session of Parliament before her subjects vote again in a general election. In one of Britain's better pageants, the Queen spoke from a golden throne in the gilded House of Lords, surrounded by such royal functionaries as her Gold Stick in Waiting and the Rouge Dragon Pursuivant. So many ermined peers and bejeweled peeresses were present that a journalistic wag observed there was a "tiara boom today...
...death of kings implied an unimaginable catastrophe. Racism and superstition prevailed. Occupations that are now obsolete dot his plays: cooper, wheelwright, alchemist, bellman. His language glitters with marvelous words that have, alas, also become obsolete: porpentine (porcupine); swound (faint); german (akin); caitiff (wretch); borthens (the hair of corpses); grise (a stair); bisson (blind). However immortal, Shakespeare, no less than Aristophanes or Mozart, needs his modern interpreters...
...Sullivan's camera showed me real people for the first time; real people crying and laughing at the same time with mass outbursts of all their excitement and it was Absolute Reality: hair being torn from the roots, cops being ruffled, clothes ripped from backs as souvenirs, runaways jumping from roofs, a teardrop on the still asphalt upon which heroes had just trodden, and the helicopter took them back to studioland. The music was the reality, at a time when not even the ongoing war could captivate and stir so many of its sufferers until years after the music itself...
...donning her Everlast gloves. I was expecting, something like a roller derby queen, but the "Cat" was very real. She was beautiful, to begin with--in peak athletic condition with tight, firm skin and muscles; a cute, but tomboyish face under a flock of long, curly blonde hair. Her sparring partner was a short, pudgy guy--and they just goofed around for a few minutes until he plugged her good, perhaps by accident. Her smiles, those of an innocent outsider admiring the strangeness of it all, fled completely under the blow of Absolute Reality, the night's first genuine emotion...