Word: leafed
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Gulf Oil Company yesterday began planting four 20-foot little leaf linden trees at the Gulf station of K. F. Lacosse and sons at Mass Ave and Harvard St. The project will cost Gulf...
London even shed its sodden skies, and the burnished brass and gold leaf of the cavalry and coaches sparkled in the autumn sunshine. About the only sour note was sounded over the commemorative poem written by Sir John Betjeman; it was his first official literary effort since being named Britain's poet laureat. One Labor M.P. described the lyric as "turgid, unromantic and stamped with mediocrity," and called for Betjeman's resignation. The verse...
...ghost, however, will not be given up so easily and flies off to some spiritual never-never land. There, it-or he-is instructed in higher wisdom by a bird called Chiang, whose lessons in life and philosophy and heightened consciousness take a hint from Dale Carnegie, a leaf from Dr. Norman Vincent Peale and a volume from Kahlil Gibran. Thus enlightened, Jonathan is apparently reborn. He returns to his flock and spreads the good word in a sort of Sermon on the Garbage Mount: "Listen, everybody! There's no limit to how high...
...Harlequin junkie? The formula requires three ingredients: an exotic setting (Rome, the Caribbean, Africa), a demure heroine whose modest station in life is similar to the reader's, and a usually rich, arrogant hero who initially patronizes the heroine, then sweeps her off her feet "like a leaf in the wind" into a blissful, totally unLiberated marriage. Curses never go beyond an impetuous hero's "God's teeth!" ("What a shocking remark!" exclaims the heroine.) Sex never gets further than a kiss, but manages to crop up in perfervid abundance anyway. (Flushed heroines protest...
...staff cafeteria is immaculate, lit with fluorescence and perked up by leaf-green supergraphics. Four dwarfs and a brown nylon-shag bear stand at the counter, ordering chipped beef. Their human faces, pinheads emerging from their neck-holes, look tiny, naked and grumpy. Across a wide cinder-block corridor whose ceiling is wreathed like a battleship's with gas pipes and power mains, more ducks and mice are disappearing into the mask room. REMOVE YOUR HEAD AND PLACE ON TABLE AFTER ENTERING, a notice Commands; the racks are full of familiar visages, the icons of one's childhood...