Word: roughs
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...rough-and-rollicking stereotype of Calgary has been created, in large part, by the summer shindig known as the Calgary Stampede, a major stomp on the rodeo circuit that has been drawing revelers since 1912. Some citizens would like to shuck that image. "People think of Calgary as a town full of red-neck, capitalist cowboys driving Cadillacs," complains Rod Love, who works in the mayor's office. "We are the financial and technical capital of Western Canada." There is a stock exchange and a contingent of high-tech companies to back up that claim. There is even a mayor...
Once he took possession of Uncle Walter's chair, Rather experienced a rough ride. Ratings began to dip, and CBS's image makers began tinkering with Rather's dress and demeanor. Early on, they put him in sweaters in an effort to soften his intensity. For a while, Rather tried hard to be warm and homespun, his writing full of purple prose and corny puns. (Before the start of the Reykjavik summit, he announced, "Ready, set, Gorbachev.") Later he reverted, with equal strain, to a straitlaced, sober, almost glum delivery...
Murdoch loves success but disdains mere respectability. Having grown up in Australia's rough-and-tumble journalism, he feels more at home editing a "knockabout" paper (his description) like the New York Post. A canny student of popular prejudices, he plays to resentments and, like press barons of old, prides himself on an intuitive understanding of mass taste. He doesn't aspire to educate or elevate the public, being content to entertain and satisfy...
...physics, Stephen concentrated in the subject at Oxford's University College, but did not distinguish himself. He partied, served as coxswain for the second-string crew and studied only an hour or so a day. Moving on to Cambridge for graduate work in relativity, he found the going rough, partly because of some puzzling physical problems; he stumbled frequently and seemed to be getting clumsy...
Lacroix's billowing nostalgia envelops his own past. Not for nothing did he want to bring the sun and the sea right into his salon. His imagination is almost defiantly rooted in Arles and the rough Camargue area nearby. "I'm crazy about terra-cotta floors, primitive people, sun and rough times," he says. "This is my real side -- goat cheese and bread, elementary things." He warms to his subject. "I suppose that I am really double-faced. I am fascinated by Paris, its elegance, its women, even its artificiality; but with my heart and skin I love the South...