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Word: swigged (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...laugh at people and situations--a man with his pants down at a formal dinner, a woman about to slit her wrists who stops to fix her makeup instead, or a drunk at a wedding who obliges propriety by carefully filling his wine glass and then takes a swig out of the bottle anyway. As funny as Tacchella makes some of these scenes, we wind up yearning for some of these scenes, we wind up yearning for some individuals with self-awareness and panache...

Author: By Brad Collins, | Title: Kissing Cousins | 10/7/1976 | See Source »

...what "white lightning" really tastes like, opinions differ. Irvin S. Cobb compared a swig to swallowing a lighted kerosene lamp. A North Carolina moonshiner says simply: "Hits a blamed ugly drink." And then there is Colonel Leland DeVore, whose throat involuntarily contracts whenever he thinks of moonshine: "I hear, as if from far away, the gagging whisper of a long-lost friend whose favorite saying was 'Vile stuff-I wish I had a barrel...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Samplings for the Summer Reader | 7/8/1974 | See Source »

...problem of excessive drinking is taking a disturbing new turn and affecting new kinds of victims. On a New York subway train, a school-bound 15-year-old holds his books in one hand, a brown paper bag containing a beer bottle in the other. He takes a swig, then passes bag and bottle to a classmate. In a San Francisco suburb, several high school freshmen show up for class drunk every morning, while others sneak off for a nip or two of whisky during the lunch recess. On the campuses the beer bash is fashionable once again, and lowered...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Alcoholism: New Victims, New Treatment | 4/22/1974 | See Source »

...face must have amused them further, but I can only speculate, because tears filled my eyes, blurring my vision, and fire burned in my esophagus. Before I had recovered my good common sense, I resolved to show that I was no weak-kneed norteamericano, and I took another, deeper swig. I was gasping for air as I handed the bottle back and could only sputter out, "Que fuerte, que fuerte!"--How strong! They wanted me, their amigo, to take more, but I had heard stories of men going blind in World War II from drinking wood alcohol. I politely declined...

Author: By Michael Massing, | Title: Bolivia | 2/22/1974 | See Source »

Someone hands Margaret Court a big cup of Budweiser and Danny bolts for it. She gives him the cup and he takes a good Aussie swig with both hands firmly around the rim and as he plops it down on her severe white tennis dress. He has also managed to attain a beard of froth...

Author: By Timothy Carlson, | Title: Hottest Property in Women's Tennis | 4/13/1973 | See Source »

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