Word: silver
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Reserve Mining Co. has successfully fought all attempts to stop it from dumping taconite wastes containing asbestos-like fibers into the waters of Lake Superior. Now, Reserve may have reached the end of the line. After having discharged 67,000 tons of wastes into the lake at Silver Bay every day since 1968, the company has been ordered by U.S. District Judge Edward Devitt to stop the dumping by midnight next July...
...nearby communities; it held that the plant could be ordered closed if the state and the company did not agree on an acceptable alternative. Reserve, which is jointly owned by Republic Steel and Armco Steel, said that it could develop a dumping site at a location three miles from Silver Bay. But the state's Pollution Control Agency argued that this site, which involved the construction of a dam, also posed risks to Silver Bay. It rejected the site and recommended a location 13 miles further from the plant. The company said the second site would be too costly...
...similar action by other black African countries. One week to the day before the Olympic torch was to be borne into Montreal's stunning $700 million stadium, the Games seemed to teeter on the brink of breakup. C.K. Yang, coach of the Taiwan track team and silver-medal winner in the decathlon (1960), at least put the matter in a hopeful perspective. Said he: "It has been like this for many, many Olympics. I always cross my fingers and they always solve the problems...
Courtroom Star. But the real stars were the trial attorneys, some decked out in swallow-tailed coats, others with flowing, silver hair, warming up the court with folksy anecdotes and at the same time cannily analyzing their juries. As a young man, Charlie Kirbo thrilled to this important courtroom theater. He remembers the vivid silence of the room, broken only by an occasional cough or a crying baby...
...That's your river," the driver of the pick-up that had picked me up said, angling his head toward the silver glimmer amongst the roadside trees. "Haack sthu!" He dappled the road with a jowlful of juice from his Day's Work chewing tobacco. He had been a psychiatric social worker in Pennsylvania, he told me, consumed by a love affair with the Smoky Mountains, so when he retired he moved south to settle in the hills and woods of western North Carolina. He was a strange one, this pick-up trucker with long white hair and a stringy...