Word: staggerer
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...concern with local and private affairs shows up in other ways. On a typical Saturday morning, hordes of homeowners stagger out of local lumberyards with loads of paneling, paint and bathroom fixtures for some do-it-yourself remodeling. A surge in family outings has helped to produce a boom in downhill and cross-country skiing and in ice skating...
Every working day, Barbara Walters would rise before dawn, stagger into a waiting limousine and make it to the NBC studios in time to have her hair done for the Today show. One day last week she slept until 7, had breakfast with her daughter Jacqueline, 8, washed her hair in the kitchen sink of her midtown Manhattan apartment and took a taxi to work. That day there was something else new in her routine. Four months and uncounted fan-magazine headlines after she left Today, Walters faced the television public for the first time in her new $1 million...
...opposition Labor Party, led by Edward Seaga. An able economist, Seaga faces the ethnic disadvantage of his Lebanese ancestry; he is light-skinned in an overwhelmingly black nation. Nonetheless, he stands a good chance of winning if there is more violence and the economy continues to stagger. Many Jamaicans are convinced that will be the case. In the sad words of a current hit by Ernie Smith, one of Kingston's top reggae singers, "As we fight one another fe de power and de glory, jah kingdom goes to waste...
...remember my father with the disease," recalls Mrs. Rose Marie Silva of Livermore, Calif. "When I saw my brother stagger for the first time, I just knew he had it." For years, family members, some of whom believed erroneously that the problem was congenital syphilis, kept the disease a secret in their clan. Finally, Mrs. Silva broke the silence. After reading about a family afflicted with a similar hereditary illness (TIME, Jan. 25, 1971) and carrying the clippings in her purse for three years, she finally wrote the National Genetics Foundation last February and asked for help. The result...
...balding head, his glasses glinting and the polyeurethane over the windows smoking as I thanked him and plunged out into the pitch and ran a path I couldn't see to the road, running like the devil just for the hell of it. Not to wait for Daniel to stagger up the path on Bridget's arm, asking what was wrong and then, after saying something really must be done, passing out in the backseat of the Delac, on his sweetheart's lap. Not to walk back to Peg's picking my way through the blackness with a load tread...