Word: talled
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...featured speaker James Farmer, black activist from the '60s, declared, "The Klan has a right to march and should be protected." After the meeting Farmer patiently argued with the woman and just as patiently reassured a young, blind Jewish man about relations between blacks and Jews. These days, Farmer, tall, stout and barrel-chested with an eyepatch and a sympathy for Moshe Dayan, often finds himself cast in the role of moderate elder statesman...
...absurdist message of ex-family man Mr. Farnham. As he speeds down the Connecticut highway he spys a huge gray tower, used for training submarine operators how to escape from their sunken vessel by blowing oxygen out of their lungs. The image is as oppressive as the tower is tall. Worse, though, Mr. Farnham is moved by the tower's presence to utter homage to the "frogman" who works inside the tower, grabbing men out of the water who forget to blow bubbles...
...attempt to bring their lofty ideas to a comprehensible level, both Glashow and Weinberg have decided to offer Core Curriculum courses. A walk into one of Jefferson's airy lecture halls at 10 a.m. on a Friday morning reveals a tall man with tousled hair, chalk in hand, expostulating on one of the many topics "From Alchemy to Elementary Particle Physics." Glashow is a highly engaging lecturer, disorganized perhaps, but gifted with the vibrant tone that communicates his irrepressible enthusiasm for the subject. For his part, Weinberg will be offering a course in "Elementary Particle Physics." One of his colleagues...
...heart of Boston's financial district where a dozen investment specialists gather at 10:45 every morning. It looks just like those corporate board-rooms you've seen in countless movies, except the rectangular table isn't as big as you remember, the chairs aren't as tall...
...Women Against Pornography (WAP) march on Times Square a week ago got a pretty good idea of what they were up against the minute they boarded. A day-glo poster above the driver's seat read, "Don't ask me to think--I was hired for my looks." Tall, blond, and paunchy, wearing his name (Dick) on a big pewter belt buckle, the man beneath the sign greeted the "ladies" as the coach pulled onto the Mass Pike. "A couple of you look familiar back there," he said. "I didn't see you in a strip joint on 42nd Street...