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Word: spooned (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...Register staffer involved in preparing his paper's story has told colleagues the video was supplied by the Dukakis campaign. A reliable source says someone connected with the Dukakis campaign also gave the video to the Times. Craig Whitney, the Times's Washington bureau chief, insists that "nobody spoon-fed us the story," which he says resulted from "brilliant reporting" following up "several tips." Told about the alleged Dukakis campaign involvement, however, he says, "I just don't know if your information is correct...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: And Then There Were Six | 10/5/1987 | See Source »

Wilson's walk on the wild side is set in a New York City greasy spoon. This diner serves as an oasis in the urban wasteland for more than 20 outcasts and losers of every stripe--hoods, hustlers, whores, queens, dykes, drunks, punks and junkies...

Author: By Gary L. Susman, | Title: Sleaze On Down the Road | 9/25/1987 | See Source »

...dark teak, many modern designers prefer the pale look of ash and pastel fabrics to lighten below-deck cabins. They often pad walls with Ultrasuede or leather for sound control. Denison's boatyard allows customers to supervise every detail right up to the track lighting. Bannenberg even designs every spoon, every ashtray...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Living: High Life Afloat: Superduper Yachts | 9/7/1987 | See Source »

...only permanent property was a spoon and a cup," said Begun. "In four years I never saw a fork or a knife. Too dangerous." Light came mainly from two bulbs, one in the ceiling and a "night- light" near the door. Both were dim, but the one near the door was kept burning round the clock. "The light didn't bother our sleeping," Begun said. "Our struggle was always for a brighter bulb so we could see to read...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Soviet Union A Day in the Depths of the Gulag | 3/9/1987 | See Source »

Carefully bending a taster spoon between my teeth, I snap and catapult it at Nancy. It smacks into the back of her neck and she jerks forward into the spray hose hanging next to the smoosh board. Its handle depresses, drenching her leg with water. "Hose-shot, hose-shot!" I chant, dancing triumphantly out of her reach. The waist high smoosh-hose is a chronic problem for scoopers, whose rushes to the board often leave them looking incontinent. Nancy sends a confetti cloud of powdered Reeses at my head...

Author: By John P. Thompson, | Title: Primal 'Scream | 3/5/1987 | See Source »

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