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Word: sweeting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...less into his navel. Judy Colline, who is appearing with him tonight at Lenox (7:30, tickets at Ticketron from $5.50 to $7:50), does a bang-up version of Dylan's "Daddy You've Been On My Mind," but her voice lamentably sounds like Lark cigarettes taste--sweet and syrupy And staler all the time...

Author: By Richard Turner, | Title: Rock | 7/29/1975 | See Source »

FRED AND I rolled out of York, Pa, on Friday the 13th. Fred's van, Irene--his grandmother had just given it to him--sure looked sweet. With only 493 miles on her she was still practically a virgin, but driving to Ketchum Sun Valley, Idaho would open her up some--about 2400 miles passed between her well-tempered hubs before we called our trip quits. But that wasn't til Tuesday morning when all was grey and cold and clammy and out rotting elk head lashed to the front of the van stunk of urine and flung...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...head has a rich sweet fragrance to it. Fat flies buzz inside its filmy bag. We leave 6-10 and head for West Yellowstone. By the time we get there, all the windows and air vents in the van are open. The elk's stench lies softly. At a fishing cabin Briggs rented last summer, we repack the van. In its bag, the head is baleful and timid, and I fondle it while unloading. Out of its bag, the head smells like a 2 a.m. urinal with broken plumbing and I kick dust over it. Briggs and I load...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...land is hard-staring and unrelenting. Our trip is over; we have only to find its end. We rise early the next morning and putter up to Yellowstone, across the Wyoming desert. Between the sear, hard-sapped breasts of the Wind River Indian Reservation we tourist, listening to the sweet harmonies of Judith Collins over the sagebrush-bearded grandmother's chest of the land. Black pumps tap reservoir's of crude, titting the dinosaur-jawed, stone-ribbed poundings of the earth. A few junkyards--abundant with rotting cars--decorated the roadside, but no Indians...

Author: By Edmund Horsey, | Title: Elsewhere in the Summer, and an Elk Head | 7/15/1975 | See Source »

...going to talk to you with sweet words," he said. "The situation in the world is not just dangerous. It is not just threatening. It is catastrophic!" He noted that Nikita Khrushchev used to tell the U.S., "We will bury you." Today, said Solzhenitsyn, the Soviets are too clever to say that. "Now all the Soviets say is 'détente...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: AMERICAN NOTES: A Few Unsweet Remarks | 7/14/1975 | See Source »

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