Word: spit
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...exceed that of those elementary school pupils. You probably remember the power you felt when you first said those curse words that supposedly made you an adult. The thrill of cursing has apparently not faded for the Greenies. Flouting authority is big in junior high, when pranksters spit from third-floor windows and smoking in the johns is required by the cool group. This need to be accepted apparently still motivates the Dartmouth student...
...implacably behind pyramid-like piles of the leaves, and, if one looks closely enough, it is possible to see them move the coca wads from one side of the mouth to the other. As I walked by, one woman, just setting up her small portable stove to cook lunch, spit some of the spittly green juice from the leaves into a dirty bag next to her. She took a small handful of the leaves from another bag and put them into her mouth. Her jaws went to work...
Columbia Point is a bleak spit of land that juts into the harbor three miles from downtown Boston. A huge housing project, largely black, is located there, and near by are the heavily Irish working-class neighborhoods of Dorchester. Thus the point seems an appropriate site for the new University of Massachusetts campus, a $130 million, 121-acre complex that will primarily serve students from these and lower-income neighborhoods in the Boston area...
...notice, as he waves a guest into his small carriage house on Prices Alley in the historic old section of Charleston, that he is wearing a pair of rumpled slacks, sport shirt with tail out, and a pair of soft black moccasins that have not lately seen much spit and polish. Yet the short gray hair is still carefully combed straight back, the lean jaw still juts. Taut and fit as ever at 59, Westmoreland swims eight laps a day in good weather and is able to play golf and tennis for most of the year...
...lack of expertise he filed exhibits A through Z--reviews from earlier that year--on a Harvard Dramatic Club bulletin board. A jury of his peers and colleagues swiftly returned a verdict of guilty, and the paper was condemned for yet another year to twist slowly, slowly on the spit of resentment; fuel for fires in the rooms of theater people at Harvard long before the energy crisis was more than a twinkle in Exxon...