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Word: quiets (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1990-1999
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...seemed entirely right that the young boy with the salute should be buried by the Navy at sea, not far from the beach of Hyannis, where he and his father had built sand castles, and just west of the rocky shore of Martha's Vineyard, where he had spent quiet summers after his father was gone. It would have been too much for the country to watch Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis bury her son, but she was there, nonetheless, in her daughter Caroline. "It was as if Jackie were orchestrating these ceremonies," said Kennedy social secretary Letitia Baldrige...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Farewell, John | 8/2/1999 | See Source »

...language is irresistible--much more like a hunk. He scarcely seemed to notice the attention he attracted from curious students, and eventually he became a no-big-deal part of the scene. Stripped to the waist and gleaming after a long run, squiring one of his girlfriends around the quiet campus or ducking into a party thrown by some son or daughter of the international elite, he was clearly beginning to get the hang of the strange but pleasurable life opening up before him. There were difficult moments: the Rolling Stones' Sympathy for the Devil would start playing...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Art Of Being JFK Jr. | 7/26/1999 | See Source »

...hours later, Raglan was up-to-date and I was cruising back to Hamilton. I hated to leave the quiet, beachside town but duty--and my breakneck itinerary--called. I caught a ride with two eccentric young woman who drove a green, vintage Austin Freeway, a handsome retrocar that struggled on SH23's steep bits...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: POSTCARD FROM NEW ZEALAND | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...Sorry, it's the school holiday period and buses run on a special, inconvenient schedule," the hostel owner informed me. A quiet panic caught fire in my chest, heating me up under my Patagonia fleece. I had a job to do, a schedule to keep...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: To Raglan and Back | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

...hours later, Raglan was up-to-date and I was cruising back to Hamilton. I hated to leave the quiet, beachside town but duty--and my breakneck itinerary--called. I caught a ride with two eccentric young woman who drove a green, vintage Austin Freeway, a handsome retrocar that struggled on SH23's steep bits...

Author: By Jonathan S. Paul, | Title: To Raglan and Back | 7/23/1999 | See Source »

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