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Word: hunk (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Persian lamb) hat with ear flaps. Everyone wears warm boots; the best are the felt valenki favored by villagers. People who work outdoors wear, of course. Soviet Union suits. After a long spell in the cold, they raise spirits with a stiff jolt of vodka and a hunk of fatback...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: Snow Is a Friend | 2/14/1977 | See Source »

...barber-and local air traffic controller-Hartz figured one way to conduct an interview with the mayor was under the clippers. When Hartz got back home to New York, his regular hair stylist flipped his lid, condemning the job as "lopsided" and pointing out "there was a big hunk of hair missing on the right side." Joked he: "What would have happened if the interview had taken place in an air control tower?" Getting wind of the comments, Blanton sniffed: "It doesn't bother me a bit, when I consider the source is some New York Yankee...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Modern Living: Modern Living, Jan. 10, 1977 | 1/10/1977 | See Source »

...hunk of dope! I mean c'mon see my apartment...

Author: By Peter Kaplan, | Title: Candy is randy but pasta is fasta | 12/8/1976 | See Source »

...gulping $150 million for its makers, the movie Jaws is spattering finny largesse all over the pop landscape. Shark teeth, selling for as much as $100 apiece unmounted, have bitten off a sizable hunk of the gimcrackery market in the form of necklaces, earrings and bracelets; Boston's New England Aquarium even sells small molars for 25? each. Fishing-gear dealers report a surging demand for the extra-heavy rigs-ranging in price from $200 to $1,000-that are needed to land the beasts on beach or boat. Shark-hunting clubs are booming...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Law: Shark | 1/12/1976 | See Source »

...week anyway--chopping his swing and neutralizing his power. Hah. It's very depressing. And you have to feel most sorry, ruthless or not, for the handsome black man, perhaps in street clothes, perhaps in a number 14, sitting on a bench with his arm curving into an ugly hunk of plaster, watching while the Red Sox bask in the incredible, exhilarating core of an ocean of energy, the high of a pennant race and maybe more...

Author: By Richard Turner, | Title: Turner's Turn | 9/23/1975 | See Source »

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