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...axed. Members of Congress with divisions stationed in their backyards kept hearing rumors about deactivation but could not confirm them. There were new leaks every day about dismantling National Guard units and mothballing ships. And when the lawmakers managed to corner him, Rumsfeld gave nothing away. "He made everybody mad," says Dicks. "He'd listen to what you had to say, but there was no dialogue...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Rumsfeld: Older but Wiser? | 8/27/2001 | See Source »

...second-grade teacher used the word underpants in a sentence one day, and everybody in the class burst out laughing. She got mad and shouted, "Underwear is not funny!" This only made us laugh harder. It was then that I realized the amazing power of underwear. Not only could it make kids laugh, but it could also make my teachers very angry. What...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Families: A Hero In Briefs | 8/27/2001 | See Source »

...might say Rat Race is an updated variant of It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad World, except that the new film was directed by a guy who actually has a sense of humor (Jerry Zucker) and written by a funny guy named Andy Breckman...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Good Old-Fashioned Lunacy | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...floor-length cowboy coat ($184) is back with a reissued catalog and even grander designs on the future--although this time he won't be in a mad rush. Peterman, 59, hopes to make his new, slimmed-down sales book the core of a licensing empire that will put the J. Peterman brand on all things "wondrous, authentic and excellent," from African safaris to limited-edition autos. "By staying focused and carefully building up the brand," he says, "we can become a multihundred-million-dollar-a-year company in a relatively short period of time: five years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Peterman Reboots | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

...hoping to cut across the northern tip to the banks of the Yellow River. From the map, it seemed a few hours' trek away, but three days later, with no more food or water, I was still trudging through the dunes. At one point, I started running like a mad man and ripping off my clothes. When a plane passed overhead, I stared up hopelessly and imagined all the people sitting inside. To stay alive I drank my urine. Eventually I cupped a plastic bag over the hot sand and licked the condensation that collected inside...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Hitting the End of the Road | 8/20/2001 | See Source »

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