Word: shacks
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...asked a man who sold coal out of his little, shack what the neighborhood was called. He said "The 15th of August." I said that I thought this was La Limonada. "Oh, some folks call it that, because so many here have to sell lemonade. Others call it the Crown of Thorns, because it rings the city. Are you in the Peace Corps?" No, I wasn't, why did they call it the 15th of August...
...HANGING on the rough plank wall of nearly every black sharecropper's shack in Wilcox County, Alabama, are dime-store pictures of Martin Luther King, John Kennedy, and Robert Kennedy. ( Jesus Christ is hanging there too, but he doesn't fit into the story yet. ) The relatively conservative blacks of the rural South worship these three charismatic men, as overly moderate as they may seem to us. But now King, Kennedy, and Kennedy are dead; there is no one to follow. Now we have benign neglect. With the war, northern urban political repression, campus struggles, and ecology, civil rights...
...discoveries were pleasant, reported TIME Rome Correspondent Wilton Wynn, who made the trip with the Pope. On his last afternoon in Manila, Paul traveled to the dilapidated shacks of the city's Tondo slum. There he visited the home of Carlos Navarro, a construction worker who tries to support a wife and eight children on a dollar a day-when he can find work. Before he left Navarro's dirt-floored shack, the Pope slipped $500 into Navarro's pocket. For the astonished Navarro, the money meant at least two years' income. The Pope left...
...that of Zasu Pitts." Perelman is making a pass at a beautiful colleen (all his women are beautiful but for lips or nostrils that are a trifle too sensuous, a figure a shade too voluptuous) and: "I was just about to propose that we hie ourselves to a tumbledown shack in Athlone when a behemoth the size of Brian Boru, a great loogan with ropes around his corduroys, clumped into the snug." Her fiance, Rory McClobber...
...strip for him in a cemetery and, after she has a good laugh about that, he tops off a halcyon evening by dragging her into a used-car lot and pouring battery acid over her face. Naturally she is scarred for life. She takes up residence in a dilapidated shack with two other freaks (as they flippantly refer to themselves). One is a crippled homosexual (Robert Moore) and the other a good-looking, good-natured bumbler (Ken Howard) who throws horrible fits just often enough to keep the action moving. Of course, everyone in town despises them except the local...