Word: reared
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...bumbling close ("May the sun never set on this great land, unless it comes up again next morning"). He has a letch for operatic sopranos and a strange hatred of birds, and he is comically unsteady on his snow white charger-especially when he tries to make it rear in the grand manner. One suspects Altman has based his Buffalo Bill on movie stars he has known-people whose celebrity has cut them off from the reality that the rest of us share, as well as from their earlier selves, the selves that first touched a common chord and gave...
...Died. Rear Admiral Clarence Wade McClusky, 74, winner of the Navy Cross for his heroism in the pivotal World War II Battle of Midway (June 1942); after a long illness; in Bethesda, Md. Then Lieut. Commander McClusky led the carrier Enterprise's Air Group 6 in the hunt for the Japanese fleet, found it and opened the aerial assault that gave the outnumbered Americans victory. Bleeding from five wounds, his SBD dive bomber hit 55 times, McClusky landed back on the Enterprise with five gallons of gas left and reported three crack Japanese carriers (Akagi, Kaga and Soryu) bombed...
...coming to life atop a wedding cake, tapping down the tiered layers and sinking in a swamp of frosting. There is a rambunctious interlude in a sports car, small and overcrowded, where a pregnant passenger in the boot tips the balance and sends the MG down the street on rear axle power, looking like a bicycle on training wheels...
...born into a rich, powerful, aristocratic Hertfordshire family. Both went to Eton. As a 16-year-old midshipman, Richard sailed with Admiral George Anson on his arduous, aborted voyage around the world. Thereafter he rose rapidly from command to command, becoming treasurer of the Navy in 1765 and a rear admiral five years later. Responsible, serious to the point of tediousness, heavy-browed and large-nosed, he is known in the Navy as "Black Dick" Howe, partly because his face has darkened from 30 years of quarter-deck weather, partly because an air of somber resolution has surrounded him ever...
...drive to Beirut is normally a pleasant three-hour trip, but there was a lonely feeling the morning I left Damascus, cabled Brelis. Once beyond the city limits, I began running into military convoys, also headed for Beirut. First glance suggested rear-echelon troops; then several big trucks appeared hauling empty trailers-the type that haul out crippled tanks. I began studying the faces of the mechanics in the back of the trucks. There was no singing, but some of the solemn young draftees looked as if they were enjoying their work; others seemed locked in thoughts about other places...