Word: ribboning
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...record by 5 seconds with a time of 11.6 seconds. In the 40-yard breast stroke, East House freshman Debble Brewster lost first place by falling to touch the edge of the pool with both hands at the finish. Jessica Tuchman of South House walked away with the blue ribbon...
...that lent grandeur and drama to his image. His nation bestowed on him the Medal of Honor and 20 other decorations for gallantry and extraordinary valor, and he received similar decorations from many other countries. Yet he seldom wore a medal, and he could stand midst a troop of ribbon-festooned heroes and, by the jaunt of his corncob pipe or the tilt of his old but gold-glittering garrison cap, appear positively Olympian. His orations often seemed florid. Yet he could be succinct and moving when the occasion demanded. In early 1942, he was ordered to leave beleaguered Corregidor...
...this planet. For if he is right then Africa will not be too far for him to take his people. In a few years black Africa will have nuclear weapons, yellow China will have delivery systems and the protection which the wide oceans provide will shrink to a ribbon narrower than that which separates white Roxbury from black Roxbury. If Malcolm X is right, then we will be doomed for the whole world will be no bigger than the island of Manhattan. The only prescription for survival is an America, a world where color does not count. Robert David Joffe...
...speech patterns of Manhattan's Lower East Side. Her voice is too nasal to be winningly melodic, but she uses it like a jazz instrument, improvising a jumping rhetoric of sound. She can bring a song phrase to a growling halt, or let it drift lyrically like a ribbon of smoke. Her lyrics seem not to have been learned by rote, but branded on her heart, and when she sings or dances, some elemental beat of energy and joy sends riffs through her long mandarin fingers, her rocking pelvis, and restless toes...
Jouncing along the dusty, crushed-rock ribbon of road behind the wheel of a green Ford pickup truck, Hatcher M. James Jr., 41, an American AID officer in Dinh Tuong province, surveyed with satisfaction the peasants on either side peacefully tilling fields of green beans, tomatoes, melons. He waved at Vietnamese small fry, moonfaced boys and graceful schoolgirls in black sateen pants, who broke into excited smiles as the truck sped by and called out in English "hello hello" and "okay okay...