Word: robed
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...murdered. Many are in prison. He has special nightmares about Candyman. "He was a boxer like me," Ramos recalls. "He was set up trying to rip off a dealer and shot five times in the chest. The funeral was very, very sad. They put Candyman's gloves and robe on top of his coffin. When my mother and sisters saw him, they saw me lying there...
Muhammad Ali used to be the People's Champion. He even had a white satin robe with words to that effect written on the back. He gained that most important of titles through a series of remarkable events, some of which were beyond his control. Yes, he did work for the title. Started at 12 when someone stole his bike; went to a gym to learn how to kill the kid when he found...
...publicity as did Howard Hughes: less is more, none is bliss. Thus Johns Hopkins University was uncertain last week whether the legendary shipowner-entrepreneur would show up for an honorary degree. Lo and behold, he did. Photographers naturally focused on the new doctor of humane letters in his gold robe and white hood. "You've never had this many pictures taken in your life, have you?" joshed President Steven Muller. "Not willingly," grumbled the last tycoon. "But now I think I kinda like...
...enjoys belting sake and bellowing folk songs with classmates. But Japan's handsome Prince Hiro also respects tradition. So last week, having just turned 20, he participated in an exotic 8th century coming-of-age ceremony called kakan no gi (hat rites). Hiro, wearing a magnificent yellow robe, allowed chamberlains to replace the simple silk hat that once marked a minor with the ornate embi no ei (swallowtail ribbons) that symbolized manhood in ancient Japan. The presence of Grandfather Emperor Hirohito, 78, at the ceremony was especially auspicious. No other Japanese monarch has ever lived long enough...
...lights dim, and a hush falls over the audience. A trumpet fanfare pierces the silence; suddenly a spotlight beam, crossing the stage of the New York Metropolitan Opera, illuminates the figure of a young man in a high priest's robe: Matthew Diller '81. A tenor aria fills the air; the audience stirs, and is moved to rousing applause. Diller turns to the audience, strides downstage, and then exits to the roar of the crowd--followed by high priests number two through twelve. From the wings, he watches the tenor take...