Word: necks
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...monogamous swan caresses the head and neck of his beloved while uttering soft cries. Male argus pheasants impress with an involved dance, spreading their wings to form a saucer for a finale...
...Solidarity, men and women are more than replaceable cogs in an ever-progressing communist machine. Instead, they are the salt of the earth, using their own power to their own ends. Deputy Prime Minister Jagielski arrives, briefcase in hand, the little folds of far on his neck tucked into his collar. The government deputation he brings with him are all stamped from the same mold, and to a man they exhibit the same well-paded faces. Across the table are the strikers, looking very different from the officials and from each other. Walesa, in his sports jacket and open collar...
DIED. Robert de Graff, 86, innovative co-founder of Pocket Books who revolutionized American publishing when he successfully marketed the first paperbacks in the U.S.; in Mill Neck, N.Y. In 1939, De Graff set out to distribute pocket-size, glossy-covered 25? paperbacks, using magazine-marketing techniques to sell them at newsstands and in grocery and drugstore chains. A test run of 100,000 paperbacks, including the likes of Lost Horizon and The Bridge of San Luis Rey, sold out the first week. By the time De Graff left active leadership of the company in 1957, Pocket Books' annual...
...while, the actors seem to feel this mismatching, as the first few scenes tend towards the wooden. But by the time the audience cross-legged down the JCR's length, with only a narrow aisle for the actors) has craned its collective neck as the scene flashes from one end of the long room to the other, the game is beginning to pick up, the dance takes on its own rhythm. And when Sands turns on the lights and announces, "The sceneshifts and so will we," and 60-odd people trail after him through the tunnels to the grill...
...mind where they will laugh and cheer hysterically at the sight of other Harvard students thrusting one another behind draperies, only to stumble on still others. But it undoubtedly can be done. And while none of the group that troops out--forgetting, for laughter, to rub its collective strained neck--will go home and discuss the finer points of drama, few will escape without the four-year-old gleam in the eye that comes from one last swoop on the ferris wheel...