Word: jointed
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Dates: during 1990-1999
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...President passed the war's first week by studying Pentagon target plans, testing allied support for such a move and asking top advisers for their opinions. One weekend morning, while Clinton worked the phones with leaders overseas, National Security Adviser Sandy Berger, Secretary of Defense William Cohen and Joint Chiefs of Staff Chairman General Henry Shelton shuttled for an hour between the Oval Office and the patio outside, alternately answering Clinton's questions and enjoying an incandescent spring day. Finally the aides left the President alone to decide whether to deploy the Army's air cavalry. A few minutes later...
...first-fleet Australian. Likewise, in the new South Africa, nonwhite ancestry for an Afrikaner is not only politically correct but socially advantageous. Former President Frederik Willem de Klerk, once a defender of apartheid, now admits to a Bengali-slave forebear. In the U.S., blacks and whites are cooperating in joint genealogy searches. Says Colorado land appraiser James Rogers, a Caucasian who unearthed a slave ancestor: "It certainly brought home to me that we are all related...
...back in Harry Hope's bar, an end-of-the-line booze joint, where a dozen or so wasted regulars are waiting for the annual appearance of Hickey, a gregarious salesman who never fails to perk them up. But Hickey arrives with a teetotaler's resolve and a revivalist's mission--to get them to cast off their phony dreams. In this career-making role (it helped make Jason Robards Jr. a star), Kevin Spacey gives the performance of his life. Prowling the stage in a half-crouch, his voice oozing with snake-oil self-confidence, using silences as cagily...
...Kamil E. Redmond is a junior in Pforzheimer House. She is a joint concentrator in women's studies and history and literature, and she is currently vice president of the Undergraduate Council...
...Jonathan S. Paul '00, who is also a Crimson executive, was passing in an atypical fashion on his way from Currier House to The Wrap and Smoothie Joint when he became enraged at Lorentzen's comments. Stopping to argue, he interrupted the sage's street-side ramblings on the metaphysics of sedentariness with a thunderous outburst. "I'm sick of this stuff! 'Oooh, I'm too tired,'" he mocked. "'Oooh, my feet hurt!' We need some more gonzo shit!" the perturbed magazine man complained...