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Word: snow (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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February, three maintenance workers clearing snow from a winding country road 40 miles north of Nice came upon an empty Peugeot. The door on the driver's side had been left open, and the radio was blaring. The work team soon discovered why. Sprawled in front of the car was the body of a man, dusted with snow. A frozen pool of blood had formed under a gaping gunshot wound in his head...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Mysterious Nut Case | 4/18/1983 | See Source »

...journey became more harrowing as Bork and D'Elia passed into Afghanistan Accompanied by ten muhajedeen fighters, a guide, and an interpreter, they went thirty miles into the Afghan province of Paktia, crossing snow-covered mountains laced with Soviet air-dropped mines, and passing bombed-out villages...

Author: By Per H. Jebsen, | Title: Yalies Visit Afghanistan For Paper | 4/13/1983 | See Source »

They are known the world over for their ability to prance and dance with haughty grace and to leap like ballet stars. General George Patton was so charmed by their pirouettes that he ordered his troops in Austria to rescue the great snow-white horses from advancing Soviet forces at the close of World War II. Today the Lipizzaners face a new enemy: a deadly virus of the herpes family. The disease has not hit the Spanish Riding School in Vienna, the showcase for the horses, but by the end of last week it had killed seven mares...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Medicine: Blighted Spring in Austria | 4/11/1983 | See Source »

...text is sometimes like shifting snow, DeMunn's and Patterson's acting skills are rock-solid. Credit Playwright Meyers with braving a skyhold on verities more elevated than Broadway's passing parade of frivolity...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: White Hell | 4/11/1983 | See Source »

...Saturn Club, the Nichols School, Friday-night dancing class, run by an immortal martinet of a man who had also taught my parents and my grandmother, and Trinity Episcopal Church, where my family had sat in the same pew for a hundred years-except on winter Sundays when the snow was good for skiing." From childhood, recalls Gurney, 52, "I was the guy who rebelled, not in action, but by what I said at the dinner table. I had a constant quarrel with that world, its prejudice, stuffiness and closedness. Yet I found it congenial; it gave a comforting sense...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Elegy for the Declining Wasp | 4/4/1983 | See Source »

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