Word: rushing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...white man's textbook) psyched up by their own percussion accompaniment to the war dance. Hitler broadcast Wagner's pulsating nationalistic themes. So now, since Thunderclap Newman is telling us "we gotta get it together because the revolution's here," we should begin to feel that musical high-energy rush bursting through the dam. Singles such as "Seize the Time" and albums such as "The Last Poc?s" are the adrenalin of the black community. Everywhere liberals and radicals are being energized to a higher revolutionary level by the Jefferson Airplane's Volunteers album: among the lyrics on the first...
They changed their tune when reports of gold filtered south from Nome and Fairbanks at the turn of the century. Some prospectors came with a pack and left with a bundle. The 1916 copper rush in Cordova was equally ruthless. The mines closed 20 years later, depleted. Only the fish?salmon, herring and halibut?kept the local economy going...
...decade, food production from the seas should quadruple. By 1980, deep wells in the seabeds may supply more than a third of the world's oil. Some day the oceans will provide most of man's metals. Yet all this raises troubling questions: How can the coming rush to grab the watery wealth be controlled? To whom do the oceans' riches legally belong? Most important, can the seas be developed peacefully...
...construction workers, who have become the most aggressive defenders of the flag's virtues, often reflect their ethnic and social distance from the dissenting young whom they so fiercely resent. The rush to the flag, Harvard Professor of Sociology Martin Lipset suggests, is a symptom of tribalism. Thus in a matter of months the hardhats have constituted themselves as a new militant fraternity in American life. "That's my flag they're burning," a carpenter named Clem Perke said in defense of a parade of 15,000 hardhats two weeks ago in Baltimore. "Look back at the Depression. I came...
Reporters hop into chauffeur-driven, air-conditioned Mercedes-Benz limousines and rush out onto the highways. Three, four, five hours later they begin trickling back-the lucky ones-to a lawn-edged pool at the stately, decaying Royal Hotel. Sipping lemonade or good Russian vodka, they trade experiences. Nothing to the north for 20 klicks (kilometers). All quiet at Kompong Speu, but the city is deserted and still smoldering from a Communist mortar attack that morning. "You should have seen this one old lady," says a reporter. "She had a line of bullets up her leg. The goddam wounds were...