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...local concessionaires, had been doing some routine exploiting--not letting the vendors in on time to sell a few rounds before the National Anthem, making them work without a contract since the early days of spring and not giving them a place to change from street clothes to pajama-blue vendor coats...

Author: By Jim Cramer, | Title: Balls and Strikes and Strikes | 9/16/1974 | See Source »

...month rap for attempting to hold up a bar in his home town, Bakersfield. As cocky and uncontrollable as they come, he steamed up some home brew under the guards' noses-and got caught. As his 21st birthday rolled around, he found himself in solitary confinement with only pajama bottoms, a Bible and a blanket on a cement floor to call his own. At long last he was convinced that something was wrong with the way he was leading his life...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Lord, They've Done It All | 5/6/1974 | See Source »

...Your story on Peter Falk [Nov. 26] brought back memories of the days we served together in the Connecticut budget division: Peter reporting to work on a bitter winter morning with his pajama top on beneath his overcoat (he had been studying his lines until the wee hours of the morning). Peter gamely trying to develop an interest in computer systems...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Letters, Dec. 17, 1973 | 12/17/1973 | See Source »

...Vegas gig. Meanwhile, Old Car Lovelace was making the grade quite nicely without Chuck. In Cambridge, Mass., she was awarded the Harvard Lampoon's "Wilde Oscar" for risking "worldly damnation in the pursuit of artistic fulfillment." Then she returned to rehearsals for the national tour of Pajama Tops, a bedroom farce in which she will make her legit debut on Christmas...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: People, Dec. 17, 1973 | 12/17/1973 | See Source »

...graveyard bristled with baleful intensity. Strangely colossal bats beat the air around my face, and chittering hordes of toadlike things chortled in infandous rhythms of ululation in dissonances of extreme morbidity and cacodemonial ghastliness. As I somehow anticipated, the cowled figure, his face ever hidden, approached and tugged my pajama sleeve, pulling me toward the open Lovecraft tomb. Forgetting danger, cleanliness and reason, I ventured into the yawning Stygian recesses of the inner earth, down inclined passageways whose walls were coated with the detestable slimy niter of the earth's bow els. My whole being choked on the stinking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Dream Lurker | 6/11/1973 | See Source »

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