Word: owners
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...owners in Texas have shown singular flair. For their 1974 plates, 56,000 Texans decided to stamp their characters on their cars, a personality display so fascinating to Houston's Harriett Adams that she has brought out a book on the subject called Who's Who on Texas Highways & Bi-ways. A dermatologist selected SKIN for his plate, a surgeon chose CUT UP, and a dentist picked SAY AHH. The owner of a mattress shop took SLEEP, a salvage contractor used JUNKIE, and a pharmacist chose PILL. Various Volkswagen owners have labeled their beetles...
After the opening home game last week, the San Diego Padres agreed that they deserved a break-from McDonald's. Trailing 9-5 in the eighth inning against the Houston Astros, the Padres were chastised in front of 39,000 fans by their new owner, Ray Kroc, 71, chairman of America's fastest-food empire. Perhaps hoping to instill in the team McDonald's will-to-win spirit, Kroc announced over the public address system: "I've never seen such stupid ball playing in my life." Although Kroc later apologized, the Padres considered complaining to Baseball...
...ball past an anonymous statue on a pedestal, then hurries off on a scooter. Two elderly women on a park bench gossip relentlessly at each other, pausing only to draw breath. A nanny waddles past, pushing a baby carriage and cooing at the unseen inhabitant, while an agonized dog-owner watches his best friend lift its leg over the ankles of a policeman. Gradually the park begins to throb with activity: a priest, a balloon man, a pair of lovers, a mother dragging two children at the end of either arm. More than a dozen characters seem to people...
...three men might well sign if Miami did not offer more. Eventually Keating got on the line. "I was afraid the Canadians might rescind or lower their offer if we waited too long," he says, "so I told Don we needed to hear from Joe Robbie [the Miami principal owner] by the next...
With apologies to the Gay Liberation movement, this funny and affectionately bitchy play might better have been called My Fag Friend. Lynn Redgrave is supposedly the star of the proceedings-a pathologically tubby bookstore owner who 1) outgrows muumuus as she miserably devours chocolates; 2) meets and falls in love with an itinerant oil geologist; 3) heroically goes off her feed in order to turn herself into what looks like a young Angela Lansbury, only to discover 4) that her lover, back from prospecting in Iran, actually prefers fat girls, whereupon 5) the cellulite freak abruptly departs...