Word: stomachable
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...University warden named Theresa Nanziri, was eight months pregnant when she was brought to the SRB. After a day of interrogation, claims Kisuule-Minge, she and her husband were taken down to the reception area. A Nubian private known as Simba stepped forward and plunged a knife into her stomach. As she screamed and fell back, he slashed her open while her terrified husband ran in panic for the door. He was shot...
...ceremonies in Los Angeles' Dorothy Chandler Pavilion, John Wayne himself came on. The old martial role model, looking gaunt but energetic, his stomach and one lung gone to cancer, presented the Oscar for Best Picture of 1978. It went to another Viet Nam movie, The Deer Hunter, Director Michael Cimino's story of young Ukrainian-American steelworkers from Clairton, Pa., who play pool, drink beer, watch football on TV, get drunk at a wedding, hunt deer and then go off to fight the war in 1972. It was the fifth Oscar for The Deer Hunter that night...
Midnight, when we broke up, found me first out the door. I couldn't stomach the prospect of the writer and Dear Friend making their way to me with half-beatific smiles. They would have clasped my hands and nodded benevolently, gestures all too familiar, as they kindly wished me the best of luck with my writing...
...likely East German agents. West German police arrested C.D.U. Secretary Ursula Höfs, 34, in Bonn and Maja Zietlow, 26, a travel agency clerk, in Hamburg. Shortly thereafter, Inge Goliath, 37, a secretary working for C.D.U. Foreign Policy Spokesman Werner Marx, left her office complaining of a stomach-ache-and turned up on the Communist side of the wall. The next day Christel Broszey, 31, the secretary of C.D.U. Deputy Chairman Kurt Biedenkopf, asked to leave work early for a hairdresser's appointment. She never returned, and is presumed to have fled to East Berlin...
...strapped into an aisle seat on he 7 a.m. flight from LAX to ORD, and the baby next to you is screaming, and the turbulence is causing your stomach to bathe your just consumed sausage links and hash browns in acid, and you don't know how you're going to get through the next 4% hrs. because it's too early for a martini, and besides, you want to throw up. So you reach for that little paper bag in the seat-back pocket, and, hello! What's this? A slick, thick, technicolor magazine throbbing...