Word: patched
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...cherished aim of Rumania's in dependent Communist boss Nicolae Ceauşescu is to see his country out grow its role as the melon-and- cucumber patch of Eastern Europe. Nothing will change, he realizes, if the Russians have their way. So Ceauşescu stubbornly resists the integration of Rumania's economy with the Soviet bloc's Council for Mutual Economic Assistance (Comecon). Instead, he relies largely on Western technology to turn his country toward industrialization...
...front," the edge of the Arctic ice off Labrador, where they and Norwegian hunters slay perhaps another 200,000 seals in the course of a 13-day no-limit hunting season. In most years-this year so far has been disastrous for the hunters because of patch ice-fishermen and farmers from the Atlantic provinces can hope to make from $600 to $1,000 for their brief moonlighting stint as swilers and thereby double their meager incomes. For Canada, the hunt results in $1,500,000 in annual exports...
...great brown-and-beige Rolls was tooling along at 60 m.p.h. down the autostrada between Rome and Florence when it hit an icy patch on the road. The car slammed into a lane divider, then caromed across the highway and pounded into a wall overlooking a 200-ft. ravine. Just before the crash, the front-seat passenger, Film Director Franco Zeffirelli, flung out his arm in a gallant gesture toward the driver. "My one thought was to save her face," he said later. As it turned out, Driver Gina Lollobrigida picked up no more than a bruise on the left...
...Saturday Evening Post," Ramparts Editor Warren Hinckle III quipped at a meeting of magazine editors in Manhattan last week. Later the 30-year-old editor, who manages to look at once rakish and boyish, appeared in a red shirt, Hush Puppies and a tattered eye patch,* to tell reporters in Ramparts' offices in the Fisherman's Wharf area of San Francisco: "The magazine is bankrupt; the phones are out; there's no booze in the closet; we're dead...
While coach Bob Harrison, bitterly disappointed, complained about a number of questionable officiating calls, Gustavson stared hard at the patch of floor between his knees. A visitor to the locker room tried to console him: "Don't worry, Gus, at least we'll be ready for the Ivy League...