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Word: ramrodded (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...chat-chat is preferable to rat-tat-tat. Moreover, the film never decides whether it has come to praise or bury the military tradition. Its ambiguity is apparent in casting the likable Hutton as the rebel leader. He tries, but one just cannot believe he is the kind of ramrod who would, or could, take his peers to the brink of armed confrontation and beyond. What with Director Becker lingering too long over various photogenic ceremonies, and the writers pumping out yards of motivational dialogue. Taps takes far too long to reach its bloody, predictable conclusion. Its big guns...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Sour Notes | 12/14/1981 | See Source »

Premier Wojciech Jaruzelski, a Soviet-trained army general, had somberly described that reality the day before the congress adjourned. Clad as usual in full military uniform, standing ramrod-straight at the lectern, he read out a grim check list of Poland's woes: increasing consumer shortages, falling production, a crushing foreign debt, renewed strike threats. Alluding to possible unrest, and citing the party's "trust in the army," the general turned politician implied a willingness to suppress future disorders with military force...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Poland: Now the Real Challenge | 8/3/1981 | See Source »

Mother was right: stand up straight. Keep the body relaxed but erect, although not in the ramrod West Point style. Throw back the shoulders, keep the abdomen pulled in. As a check, stand with heels, buttocks, shoulders and head pressed firmly against a wall. If you can barely slip your hand between the wall and the small of the back, mother should have no reason to complain...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Some Dos and Don'ts for Back Care | 7/14/1980 | See Source »

...began airhitching, the last leg of a summer hitching to-fro' across America, by turning my back on I-90 and following the signs for the Billings, Montana airport. I had grown tired of hitching on a ramrod highway flopped down in dusty desolation and sustaining tin-diner towns. The west's rusticity and bo-hunk spirit sickened me. Two months on a ranch splitting wood, driving cattle, digging ditches, setting up fenceline, chewing tobacco, chasing chickens and pigs, and slaughtering sheep had sapped my pioneering, yahoo spirit. I longed for the sophisticated East, the blue rhapsody of New York...

Author: By Jim Tyson, | Title: Chariots of the Gods | 3/15/1980 | See Source »

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