Word: tailing
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...birth it weighed 140 lbs. and measured 5 ft. 3 in. from snout to tail. Name: Nyci (pronounced Nicky), an acronym for "New York City's first." The big, blubbery infant is a beluga whale, and if it survives, it will be the first of these small, white, toothed marine mammals from the icy waters near the Arctic Circle successfully bred and born in captivity...
...Yorker writers, and this retrospective shows why. Open it at any point and there the author is, fluting a different tune but charming the same old snake. How strange life is, say his mannered little perplexities. How strangely strange. How oddly unfathomable. Can't make head or tail of it. Weird...
Soon the winter comes, with reading period hot on its tail. The truly sportif, however, remain undaunted. Many folks come to Harvard unschooled in the joys of college hockey, but one winter usually enlightens them This is not the NFL--no fighting here. Rather, it is clean, fast, exciting hockey and Harvard has a grand tradition. Times had been lean until last year, until the icemen (as they are known in Crimson headlines) pulled off the upset of the year in the Beanpot, the annual Boston-area collegiate championship at the Boston Garden. Coach Bill Cleary's boys should improve...
...violations; suddenly he was threatened with a court-martial. That threat passed, though Corson got a "nonjudicial reprimand." Since his retirement he has kept his sense of outrage over how the grunt was treated both in Viet Nam and at home. "We barely gave them a pat on the tail and said, 'Go ahead, kid,' " he says. "The greatest mystery for me is why they continued to fight." He points out that unlike U.S. soldiers in other wars, most Vietvets never shared in a major victory. "For most of them, the war was like being on the fringe...
Thirty-five yards into the grass the big lion lay, flattened out along the ground. His ears were back and his only movement was a slight twitching up and down of his long, black tail. He had turned at bay as soon as he had reached this cover and he was sick with the wound through his full belly, and weakening with the wound from his lungs that brought a thin foamy red to his mouth each time he breathed. His flanks were wet and hot and flies were on the little openings the solid bullets had made...