Word: lapped
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...field because there was no one place where a cat could find a single space where he wouldn't be touched before he could lick himself clean. A cat's nightmare. One could imagine, say, 600,000 dogs snuggling up to a huge Gaines or Gravy Train bowl to lap up a few stray sounds while the cameras whirred away...
...resemble an automobile racer who sets off from Le Mans and gets farther and farther behind the other cars in every lap of the race," says retired Air Force General Paul Stehlin, now an anti-Gaullist Deputy in the National Assembly. "Under the most favorable hypothesis, by 1975 we will dispose of a nuclear capacity of around 30 megatons. The U.S. already boasts 30,000 and the U.S.S.R. perhaps...
...third and final attempt to run the race was as tragic as it was tawdry.By Wednesday the Speedway grounds were a littered, swampy mess. The race itself seemed almost anticlimactic. Then, on the 58th lap, Driver Swede Savage's car skidded out of control at 170 m.p.h., ricocheted off two walls and burst into flames. Jumping out of one of the pits to see what had happened, Mechanic Armondo Teran, 22, was struck by a rescue truck speeding the wrong way up the pit road. Savage was listed in critical condition with splintered legs and extensive burns. Teran died...
Like Riva Ridge, winner of last year's Belmont Stakes as well as the Run for the Roses, Secretariat was raised in the lap of equine luxury at The Meadow, a rolling, tree-shaded retreat in Doswell, Va., with a century-old mansion surrounded by stables, swimming pool, tennis courts and a cemetery for thoroughbreds. Penny Tweedy, 51, inherited the 2,600-acre farm from her father Christopher Chenery, the public utilities magnate who founded the stable. The wife of John Tweedy, executive vice president of The Oil Shale Corp., and the mother of four, Mrs. Tweedy has been...
...astrologer's mind is quick, despite his 72 years, and the irises of his blue-black eyes seem enormous. He sat in an oversized lounge chair beneath a whirling fan, and in his lap he held a black slate. As a little girl brought him tea, he scribbled a row of figures, then another, revising them again and again-all this based on my birthday...