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...star female reporter. By day she extols the virtues of the grocery list as pop art. By night she is an intern working miracles in a ghetto hospital. She is a loving spectator of the sandbox-and-sprinkler set but her mind's eye is on PROWL, a black revolutionary group where she is mistress to the leader. Playground palaver is easy to ignore when at dusk in the arms of your lover you will play a pivotal role in a plot to blow up the George Washington Bridge...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Love as a Bridge | 1/25/1971 | See Source »

...nourished their minds and bodies with more active endeavors than courting," he said while waving a finger in my face. "There's no place for them [girls] in society-at least during the college years, and Harvard students have got to watch out for the many girls on the prowl or they'll end up carrying the girls who were at first sitting on their laps," he added...

Author: By J. J. Hines, | Title: Hinesight | 11/19/1970 | See Source »

...article released yesterday, is entitled "Genius on the Prowl" and gives a personal look at how Watson operates in his search for a cure of cancer. The problem of how cancer works has been of prime importance to the Nobel Prizewinner for two and a half years...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: 'Life' Features Nobel Laureate Watson | 10/27/1970 | See Source »

...leans out and sneers, "Howdja like to do some modeling?" His face has the horribly lascivious look of Loerke, the demonic artist in Women In Love. Sybil ignores him. "It pays $15 or $20 an hour." She continues to ignore him. He drives away, on the prowl for a better broad...

Author: By Elizabeth R. Fishel, | Title: Paranoia Walking the Streets | 10/20/1970 | See Source »

...DRIVING the car that's going to kill me. It's long and sharp, an American car, a much-traveled F-85 Cutlass. I prowl down the road, sweep down the side streets, zoom out of the curves. I glide noiselessly through the long December shadows of the trees on the Arborway. I pass you on the expressway, the streetlights bleeding away on the bend in my windshield. Have you heard about the midnight rambler? Have you heard about the Boston. . . strangler...

Author: By John G. Short, | Title: In the Streets Cars | 12/10/1969 | See Source »

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