Word: reared
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...rear view of a G-stringed nymph was bad enough. The photo of a smiling black woman swathed in chains was even worse. But the final straw was the June 8 poster of a scantily clad prostitute proffering the wares of her trade. When that picture ran on the cover of Stern, West Germany's largest illustrated weekly (close to 2 million in circulation), ten feminists demanded a court order barring the magazine from depicting women as "mere sex objects." Insulting one woman, they charged, is insulting them...
...bestselling new car ever. He had been scheduled to offer some remarks last week at the press preview of the 1979 version, the Mustang III, but was dropped from the program. Ford is placing much hope on the car's radical restyling, with a Mercedes-like rear end and a long list of luxury options, to revive Mustang sales, which have sagged in the past couple of years. Iacocca will have nothing to do with selling it to the public, of course, but his mark will be on the new car: He helped to restyle the Mustang...
...beat out their planned obsolescence by several years, and with a vengeance. A classic example if the Ford Pinto, circa 1971-'75. It seems there's something wrong with the gas tanks in some of these Pintos that causes them to explode after a direct, though not necessarily hard, rear-end collision; this tends to fry the unlucky occupants. Late last year a California man sizzled by his Pinto won a $100-million-plus suit against Ford. Needless to say, the cars have been recalled--but apparently Ford didn't get them all. Maybe they didn't try hard enough...
...Rear Admiral George G. Burkley, U.S. Navy, personal physician to the President, brought her into the operating room, insisting "it's her prerogative, it's her prerogative." Doctor Malcolm Perry, the operating surgeon, wanted her out. But she said, "It's my husband, his blood, his brains are all over...
...station at the break, where we spent the evening, stank of urine, stank of shit, stank of bodies. All around us were acres of huddled peasants, bundles of flesh lying in the cold on the ground, waiting for the next train to take them east, to the rear area and food. Babies cried; but no one paid any attention, even if a baby was crying in the arms of a lifeless woman lying on the ground. Soldiers patrolled the mob, else they would have stampeded for the food or to board the trains that rolled at night...