Word: slice
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Fences is an import from the Yale Repertory Theater, which also originated Ma Rainey. Once again, Playwright Wilson heaps too much plot onto a slice-of-life structure, but he gives Jones one of the very best roles of his career. Troy Maxson is a frustrated man of 53, a former baseball player who was too old to have made the jump from the Negro leagues to the majors. A former lowlife who has lived for duty, respectability and the right of absolute authority at home, he destroys everything he achieved and leaves no one to mourn him. Jones revels...
...move also bolsters Pepsi's position in the fast-growing market for citrus drinks. Pepsi scored an instant hit last year, when it introduced Slice, a lemon-lime soda containing 10% real fruit juice. Designed to appeal to health-conscious sippers, Slice had 1985 sales of about $400 million. Pepsi unveiled a new mandarin-orange version of Slice last week, but Coke countered with an announcement of its own. In February, Coke's Minute Maid division will market lemon-lime and orange soft drinks containing fruit juice and try to take a slice out of Slice's sales...
Were it not for a tendency toward improvidence among a certain slice of our society, the seven would not have flown. Consider the name of one: Chapter XI. According to Julie Moore, the "wrench," or mechanic, on Chapter XI, the bomber burns 150 gallons of gasoline an hour, and a quart or two of oil. Taking maintenance into account, she estimates the operating cost at $650 an hour. A co-owner with her husband Jack Moore, an emergency-room physician in Sarasota and a former naval flight surgeon, she proudly displays her simple silver wedding band. "You will notice...
...three, four. What do you think those skates are for? Slice 'em, slice 'em, slice 'em," band members screamed...
...century detritus. Brazil is a place, like Stalin's Russia or the British welfare state, where everything is planned but nothing quite works. A Rube Goldberg spy machine kibitzes with a roving bloodshot electronic eye, then wheels away in a deranged gait. Giggling plastic surgeons do their "snip snip slice slice" with metal clamps and Saran Wrap. Sam and a man in the next office share a desk that each keeps yanking through his own side of the dividing wall. Every romantic impulse is stifled by the system's suffocating incompetence. In one poignant scene, Sam descends in an open...