Word: paunched
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Fill the paunch with hot buttered...
...seems in many respects the quintessential good ole boy, while Brother Jimmy couldn't even fit into the more polished subspecies of conscious good ole boys who abound in small-town country clubs. Billy, amiable, full of jokes, his REDNECK POWER T shirt straining unsuccessfully to cover the paunch, swigs a beer, carefree on a Sunday morning, as Jimmy Carter, introspective, hard driving, teaches Sunday school. Jimmy sometimes speaks wistfully of Billy's good-ole-boy ease...
...glass lemonade stand on the side, raced around barefoot and carefree. Brother Billy, a Georgia "good ole boy" who runs the family warehouse and a local service station, bantered with the press about the words Cast Iron emblazoned on the T shirt that stretched over his developing paunch. Explained Billy: "It's my CB radio handle. Everybody calls me that because when the fellas come by my place, I'll drink whatever they're drinking -Scotch, bourbon, gin, vodka, blend, anything. So everybody says I've got a cast-iron stomach-which I have...
...Reagan drive is being expertly guided from Washington, D.C., by John Sears, a lawyer whose graying hair and developing paunch make him appear older than his 35 years. A Nixon delegate hunter in 1968 who served briefly as a White House aide later, Sears has shrewdly used his old contacts around the nation to help his present boss. Reagan's organization has suffered its share of bloopers. Its initial strategy of knocking Ford out early backfired, and it goofed in Ohio, where delegate slates were filed too late, and in Illinois, where it filed weak delegate slates...
...more aware of this dilemma than the candidate. He proclaims his ability to draw conservative blue collar votes as well as liberal ones, though this is yet to be tested. "He's George Wallace without racism," says Frosty Troy, editor of the weekly Oklahoma Observer. With his paunch and pendulous second chin, his hair parted down the middle, gravy stains on his tie, a beer bottle or a container of coffee in one hand and a badly chewed but unlighted cigar in the other, Harris can hardly be mistaken for a limousine liberal. "The difference between me and McGovern...