Word: raleigh
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...hills of North Carolina." Wallace Carroll, publisher of the Winston-Salem Journal & Sentinel, asked the Federal Communications Commission if his city was henceforth to be known as "Blip-Blip." William B. Ray, chief of the FCC's broadcast complaints division, jokingly replied that the capital of the state (Raleigh) might be known as "simply 'Blip'-after the English explorer, Sir Walter Blip." NBC officials have instructed their Broadcast Standards Department to watch for any reference to cigarettes that would violate the spirit of the ad ban. "That does not mean you will never see another cigarette smoked...
...subtly draws an ironic parallel between the plight of the two men and the fate of England. The word island recurs: England shorn of empire, reduced to her physical boundaries, but with names and deeds of the past intoned like a faint requiem of glory-Newton, and Sir Walter Raleigh and the discovery of penicillin. The sceptered isle has become a gleamless cinder on the tides of history...
...TIME'S article on tobacco spitting [Aug. 17] appears to treat the subject as a novelty outside of Raleigh, Miss. That it is an established art is evidenced by a quotation from our beloved Hoosier poet, James Whitcomb Riley: "Speakin' o' art -I know a feller over t' Terry Haute 'at kin spit clean over...
...city dweller, chewing tobacco is that atavistic lump in a baseball player's cheek. In Raleigh, Miss. (pop. 614), site of the National Tobacco Spitting Contest, it is sport and sociology, an art actively practiced and boasted about. Champions are finally selected, as they should be, in a tournament that feeds the folklore for another year. TIME Correspondent Peter Range joined the aficionados for the 16th annual national spit-off and sent this report...
...ever found El Dorado. And Raleigh's dream of a New World foundered on the crass realities of exploitation. After Raleigh, Novelist V.S. Naipaul writes, in this extraordinary evocative re-creation of the history of his native Trinidad: "The ships from Europe came and went. The plantations grew. The brazilwood, felled by slaves in the New World, was rasped [the bark scraped off] by criminals in the rasp houses of Amsterdam. The New World as medieval adventure ended; it had become a cynical extension of the developing old world, its commercial underside...