Word: powders
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Powder Keg. As a result of the price runup, played-out mines are coming back to life. A young Johannesburg businessman named Desmond Fisher has bought a mine that has not been active for 13 years, and intends to bring it back into production by year's end at a cost of $1 million. At one Transvaal mine closed for a decade, 25 kilograms of gold worth about $145,000 at present prices have been produced in the past two months solely by reworking old tailings. The Grootvlei mine, which appeared to be near the end of its productive...
...lady was at least as respected as fate, so course setter Howard Kelton bypassed the dropoff which led to the NCAA accident last year, but there was no ice to worry the racers this time anyway. The old lady teased everyone with a fabulous 8-inch snowfall of white powder two days before the Carnival, then come race day she decided to wash it all down with a downpour and the racers mucked through a surface that most resembled a colorless Slurpee...
...freaked out in a Messianic frenzy, she remarried a psychoanalyst and was herself analyzed a few times over. And after more married life Isadora Wing has had it with monogamy. Monogamy simply didn't turn out to be the golden dream the American commercials--body soap, bathroom cleanser, baby powder, cars, cigarettes, and coca-cola all with their golden couples--pictured it. And nobody else, not the Victorian novels she grew up on, not Doris Day, not even Peyton Place, led her to picture anything less. So Isadora figures she's been brainwashed...
...DEAD is a scurvy mob melo drama that nevertheless presents sever al new insights into the manners and morals of gangland. We note, for ex ample, that persons affiliated with the Mafia have a certain delicacy when referring to bathroom matters. "Can I use the powder room?" a sultry lady inquires of a beau. A bomber explains his eagerness to escape an impending explosion by gesturing toward the facilities, hopping up and down and muttering "Uhhmm . . . nature call." Further, it seems that the Mafia has taken matters of ecology straight to heart: corpses are deposited all neatly wrapped in plastic...
Just north of Great Bitter Lake, a U.N. station wagon drove up to a military police checkpoint. Vast clouds of dust, churned up by tank trailers, had all but obscured the "U.N." that had been painted on the once white vehicle. An Irish officer in a powder-blue beret shook his head. "How can we fix the lines as they were on Oct. 22 [the day of the first Security Council truce]? None of us were here then. We don't know where the parties were, and you can't believe either side. Our business...