Word: pups
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...There are six shacks and a few pup tents up right now, and students have been spending the night in them since February 24th," Broadhurst said. "There are usually 12 to 20 people a night, and different people keep joining so the numbers are growing daily," he said...
...went to Wake Forest, Palmer's school, though Strange ceased to be a pup out of Palmer when he was snooty one time to a volunteer scorekeeper. Golf's great king slammed the young individualist publicly, along with all his modern kind, for "discourteous and ungentlemanly behavior and thoughtlessness that is despicable to me." Manners aside, Strange indicated odd priorities for such a talented man. He customarily skipped the British Open because of its proximity to his own little tournament for a brewery...
...pass from John Weisbrod, returning to the lineup for the first time since December 6 (when he suffered a knee injury against Colgate) and slipped down the left side of the ice. Ten feet from the net, Sweeney dished a pass to John Murphy, who had put up a pup tent in front of the Cadet...
...Reynolds, an incredible hulk, muscle-bound and soul-bare -- Robo-star. Eddie Murphy in Beverly Hills Cop II: instead of the wailing bantam Pryor, a strutting rooster, increasingly aloof from his genial gifts. Michael J. Fox in The Secret of My Success: instead of the teen queen, a yuppie pup, too eager to make it, too hungry to charm. He was a scrubbed-up version of the rich preppie Ringwald usually ditched in the last reel...
...pour: "Hop-Frog," "The Tell-Tale Heart," "The Cask of Amontillado," "The Raven" and "The Bells," in any good anthology, Edgar Allen Poe. By the Master of Disaster, the Big Daddy of Supersonic P-P-Pulse Rate. Each piece is guaranteed to knock a couple years off any poor pup's life. And "The Bells," especially, is a terrific way to round off your Poe-portion. Find yourself getting sleepy? Little Weak? Sorta drowsy? Recite "The Bells" aloud into a tape deck, pop your recording into an industrial strength ghetto blaster, and let-errrrrip, full volume, for dozing neighbors...