Word: lowe
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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They are, in almost every case, the discontented, a classification that crosses ethnic, social and income barriers. Typically, outside the South anyway, they are factory workers or others in low-to middle-income brackets who are tired of being told that Negroes have equal rights. "I guess I'm what you might call a racist," explains Joe Galbraith, a millwright at Ford's Rouge complex outside Detroit. "I've lived with Negroes. I've slept with them. I've fought with them. And I've had it. These people want everything for nothing. They...
...crowd will be the most responsive. More than 11,000 turned out last week in Anaheim, Calif., 5,000 in Fresno, 10,000 in Salt Lake City, 250,000 to watch the candidate's motorcade in Philadelphia. The press is kept happy with a steady if low-protein diet of news releases. The staff radiates efficiency and confidence. "There's a scent of victory in the air," Richard Nixon allowed last week. "We're on a winning team...
...first rock show in 10 years to the strains of the overwhelming Chuck Berry classic, "Rock and Roll Music" ("any old time you choose it"). The radio station had persistently refrained from Rock & Roll over the last decade, presumably to avoid sullying its air channels with anything so low-brow as a dancing beat. But there is no keeping down a good backbeat ("you can't lose it") and the new hour-long rock program will be broadcast at 6 p.m. on Saturdays for the rest of the year...
...layer of fat between the pig's skin and its viscera. It is usually three or four inches thick, and it makes up the majority of a pig's bulk. It has, of course, a high caloric value, and is great for keeping human bodies alive at low cost. But steady meals of fatback, grits, and vegetables swimming in melted fatback are guaranteed to produce lethargy, ill health, and braindamaged children...
...unlike the 10:03, is low-key at first. Hundreds of theatregoers stream on to the sidewalks of Boylston Street, bleary-eyed and speechless. Soon they stop yawning long enough to engage each other in conversation. A bald, middle-aged man with spaghetti sauce stains on his wrinkled white shirt turns to his wife and says, "We spent $7.50 to see this thing, so we're going back inside, and we're going to stay until someone rapes the redhead...