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Word: smokes (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...first there was only the smell of smoke. Robert Bemish, 43, a San Francisco broadcasting executive, opened the door of his eighth-floor room at New Orleans' Howard Johnson's Motor Lodge to investigate, and noticed "light bulbs popping all over the place" from the heat. He was standing facing the motel's swimming pool when a black youth with a rifle jumped out from some bushes, stared at him for a full second, took aim and fired. Shot through his midsection, Bemish fell into the pool. He pretended to be dead, his air-filled trench coat...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CRIME: Death in New Orleans | 1/22/1973 | See Source »

Soon shots were ringing out from several other floors of the motel, and smoke began pouring from half a dozen balconies. One newly married couple were killed in a corridor while clutching each other in a death embrace. A fireman ascending a ladder to the tenth floor was shot. The assistant manager of the motel, investigating reports of fire, was killed as he moved down a hallway. So was Louis Sirgo, 48, the city's deputy police superintendent, as he led a search through the motel...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: CRIME: Death in New Orleans | 1/22/1973 | See Source »

...pleased. After that the planes came all the time, making life very difficult. Whatever you looked the planes bombed, destroying fences, fields, gardens--storage bins, and houses Life became very difficult for evasion. You couldn't light a fire to cook food because a plane would see the smoke and bomb...

Author: By David R. Ignatins, | Title: Life Under an Air War | 1/19/1973 | See Source »

...behind the bus I begin to smell something burning not a cigarette smell, and I turn in my seat to look toward the college students in the back. It smells like grass, but there's nothing going on, and nobody else seems to notice Maybe it's the smoke from some factory. There are whole cities, each with its own strange smell in this country, and may be we're passing one out there in the darkness...

Author: By Bill Beckett, | Title: Riding to Ann Arbor | 1/16/1973 | See Source »

Since Paul's been sitting in the back of the bus. I tell him about the smell awhile back. "Yeah," he says, not embarrassed, smiling. "I was smoking in the rest room on the bus. When I came out everyone asked me if I had some more, but that was all I had. "I've seen rednecks brown-bagging in the back seat before, but never any dope on a bus. I wonder: did Mrs. Ellis Smell it. Does she even know what it smells like? "For a while in Ann Arbor the penalty for dope was a $5 fine...

Author: By Bill Beckett, | Title: Riding to Ann Arbor | 1/16/1973 | See Source »

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