Word: mates
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Already, the contenders for the nomination are seeking Pepper's support. Senator Alan Cranston has even listed Pepper as a possible running mate if the Californian were to succeed in his long-shot pursuit of the nomination. Such a Democratic ticket, with a combined age of 154 at election time, would accomplish the impossible: it would make a Republican team of Reagan and Vice President George Bush (combined age 133) look young...
...that COCOM be given the resources and the authority to examine the potential military use of any Western technology before it is sold to the Soviet Union. Western Europe, as Kohl tactfully made known during his brief Washington foray, is leery of that notion. The Chancellor's soul mate in the White House may have other ideas...
...strategy worked. One couple immediately resumed the age-old condor courting ritual in which the female nibbles provocatively on her mate's neck. Soon there was a new egg in the roost. At the zoo, Bird Curator Arthur Risser and his crew eagerly monitored the incubation. Two weeks ago, one egg showed signs of movement. Subsequently, a chick managed to peck a peanut-size hole in the shell. Like mother condors in the wild, the zoo staffers tapped on the eggshell. When the chick's strength seemed almost sapped from its struggle to free itself, Keeper Cyndi Kuehler...
...been moving my sinker in and away. I feel good. There are puzzles to work out, but it's enjoyable work." He is a devotee of puzzles, particularly the crosswords in the New York Times, and has come across himself on occasion. "Bench's battery-mate." He lets out a laugh, one of his high-pitched cackles. Johnny Bench still toils in Cincinnati, but he's not a catcher any more, and Bench's battery-mate is back in New York City, mostly to drum up customers, maybe to prepare himself for what he considers...
...seeks laughter, as a train rider so jolted he pops his grapes into his seat mate's mouth, and tears, as a soldier whose trench mate dies in his arms. The man loves symbols. He slides his hands across his face, as if trying on masks. His expression changes quickly, precisely, but never subtly: it is a childlike grin, or a petulant frown, or a quivering rage. In another moment, the man is a sculptor, chiseling a massive imaginary block until it becomes a miniature, a fragment, then dust. Slow fade, then, to emphasize that this is a self...