Word: picnicing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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About 20 of Hartford's 57 black cops took part in a sick-out last year over assignment and promotion grievances. This summer, blacks and whites exchanged punches at the annual Fraternal Order of Police picnic in Pittsburgh. Black and white cops have drawn guns on one another in Washington, D.C. At a convention of the black National Council of Police Societies in Atlantic City this summer, the delegates agreed to try to prevent the killing of blacks by white policemen; if necessary, black cops would arrest white cops...
Does it desecrate the American flag to sit on it? Not, presumably, when the sitter is Raquel Welch. Haled into a Philadelphia court for having a picnic on a flag, five young men defended themselves with a photo of Raquel's noteworthy anatomy cradled in the stars and snuggled in the stripes. Municipal Judge Robert A. Latrone was impressed. "Do we condone that and prosecute these defendants?" he asked. "When she cloaks herself in the flag, is she glamorizing the flag or desecrating it?" Case dismissed...
...Saturday afternoon, when Bill Buckley had finished his splendidly worded and congratulatory speech, and when the assembled Young Americans for Freedom had picked up their papers and started off towards the buses for home, the quiet band that had been hired for the picnic began to play again. They played careful, almost exact imitations of some of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young's songs. It seemed to be an inappropriate band for a conservatives' picnic, but perhaps they didn't listen closely to the lyrics, nobody seemed to mind. A few people remained, standing close to the band, enjoying...
...interview at the Boston Common, Vellucci said that Cambridge owns thousands of acres of reservoirs and surrounding land in Lincoln, Weston, and Waltham. "We could make nice bike paths and picnic tables there," he suggested...
...then pass by one of those brown wooden national landmark signs indicating the proximity of the cabin where Robert Frost lived. Picnic tables and litter bins help commemorate the entrance to the road. Stopping to read the sign, you feel like a reverent tourist at Lexington and Concord or the Statue of Liberty. At the end of the dirt road which climbs about a mile through the woods toward the advertised cabin, there is still another engraved plaque. There, through a hedge and over another bank, an orchard of dwarf apple trees conceals (except from the annual busloads...