Word: sackings
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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What the hell is the matter with you Americans? Here is a man who has got Arabs talking with the Jews, capitalists with the two Communist powers, and now bitter blacks with uncompromising whites in South Africa. The man is amazing. Yet all you people want to do is sack him. However, when he becomes available, how about Kissinger for Secretary-General of the United Nations? It would add respect to that tarnished body...
...settled down ontop of a sack of potatoes offered me by a peasant in the corridor of the next train out of Yugoslavia. I hadn't known you could bring sheep onto a passenger train, but maybe this one didn't count--it had, after all, been reduced to a skinless carcass and it swayed neatly and gently on a hook in the doorway. After our tickets had been punched, I decided to stroll on up to the first class just in case I could weasel a genuine seat...
...defense, the Colts' front four is largely unknown to fans, but not to opposing quarterbacks. Pittsburgh's fearsome front four has the rep, but it was the Colts' "Sack Pack" that led the league in dumping passers last season. Defensive Tackles Joe Ehrmann and Mike Barnes and Ends John Dutton and Fred Cook have played together long enough-two years-to know one another's instincts thoroughly. The result is the kind of fluid, unified play that opposing linemen find hard to break up. The same cohesive style marks the linebackers and secondary...
...surely must have seemed that way, at least, to numerous barkeeps, concessionaires and other small businessmen, who had been anticipating a bonanza and were bitterly disappointed when none materialized. One cab driver was particularly irritated with the city for carting delegates around in buses. "I got me a sack for all the money I was gonna make on this," he complained. "Now I gotta sell the sack to eat. Business is terrible...
...voice is so slow and soft that people sometimes cock their heads to hear him. His daddy, Ben Kirbo, he said, used to be a court reporter in their home town of Bainbridge and often worked right through the day into evening sessions. The son always took Ben a sack of food at night, and then stuck around to watch the trials. In those days the court's criminal trials were the region's chief entertainment; the more notorious cases used to attract hundreds of people from miles around. Local churches sold box lunches, and there was usually...