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Dallas isn't even Texas' Team anymore. The Houston Oilers have surpassed Dallas in attendence the past two years. "Luv Ya Blue" signs can be found all over the state...

Author: By Joseph R. Palmore, | Title: America's Team Illusion Is Gone | 12/1/1988 | See Source »

Students in Canaday Hall did follow instructions to put heavy tape on their windows in case they shattered, but more than a few seized the opportunity to offer commentary on the occasion: one window bore the legend "Gloria we luv ya." The back of one Weld North window sported the message "YIKES...

Author: By Peter J. Howe and The CRIMSON Staff, S | Title: A Party All Over Campus | 9/28/1985 | See Source »

...this Wednesday and on several dates next week and next month.) Jessica Lange, who stars as Maggie the Cat, leaps into her syrupy, Scarlett O'Hara cadences like an eight-year-old sloshing around in a mud puddle: "One of the no-neck mahn-stuhs messed up mah luv-ly lace dress." O.K., folks, one can almost hear her say, just watch...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Video: Maggie the Cat Is Alive! | 8/27/1984 | See Source »

Marty flicked a series of the jet's decks of glowing switches, buttons, meters, clocks, and gyros. He spat into his tin as the jet blew an escalating, piercing whine. "Shit--oh--God--oh--shit," he said, "I jus' luv doin' this." The jet floated toward the runway, gushing Detroit's air in a screeching rumble. "Hold onto your seat boy, or it'll go right up your ass with the rest of the rig," he said with the deep blue lights of the runway shining in his eyes. He drew the throttle back. The lights turned a thinner blue...

Author: By Jim Tyson, | Title: Chariots of the Gods | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

...everywhere, people rush to barter away their gold and silver bullion. In London uniformed guards admit long lines of sellers one or two at a time into the precincts of Johnson Matthey & Co., metal dealers, while tough-looking street traders sidle up to impatient standees. "Are you sellin', luv?" coos one, whipping out brass scales and rolls of pound notes. On Manhattan's West 47th Street signs blossom in jewelers' windows: "We pay the highest. Don't settle for less. Come...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Business: To the Melting Pot | 2/4/1980 | See Source »

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