Word: teas
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Others have lost hope of being able to support themselves as farmers and have sought employment on French-owned tea plantations near Banmethuot, Both U. S. and Montagnard observers think it is only a matter of time before the Montagnards clustered near Route 14 begin to work for the Vietnamese farmers in Halan and further south. Already, Montagnards from Buon Ale A and B near Banmethuot are picked up by truck every morning to work for Vietnamese farmers in the area...
...women.... Radcliffe needs all kinds of people." What did the girl in the grey flannel suit imagine in high school? When you read the pamphlet, what did you see? A violinist, a Merit Scholar or two, a Shakespeare expert? A poet, a biochemist, an aristocrat? Cultured young women, taking tea with the Galbraiths? Hornrimmed girls in dirty trenchcoats dotting the steps of Widener Library? The chocolate, peach and lime the CRIMSON warned of? Or Playboy's poll: "Cliffies are Merit Scholars who are good in bed" (thank God! the best of both worlds!). How could we know, when we packed...
...tactical operations centers. The call to combat came as it has almost every day since the Laotian operation began, well before midmorning. At the heavily sandbagged T.O.C. of the 4th Battalion, 77th Field Artillery, 101st Airborne Division, blond, mustachioed Warrant Officer Fred Hayden, 27, set down his cup of tea and sprinted out onto the oil-soaked pad. Zipped into his brown flame-resistant flight suit, he had already scrambled into the front seat of his Cobra by the time Copilot Ronald Lee Walters, 22, clambered into the rear. Within two minutes the Cobra was bound for Fire Base Ranger...
Luciana herself has her hair streaked white-blonde once a month, reserves a fast day (mashed potatoes and camomile tea) every two weeks, and takes liver injections every two months to smoothe her skin. Her personal recommendations include washing hair with jhassoul ("Ask friends going to Morocco to get a few bars"), smoking Filipino cigars instead of skin-sallowing cigarettes, constant visits to the hairdresser and gymnast, separate bedrooms ("much more conducive to sex") and homosexuals as friends ("a brief, loud hurrah for their incredible eye for line, proportion, detail and style...
INEVITABLY, the last film, In a Cup of Tea, comes as an anti-climax, a problem Kobayashi tries to escape by emphasizing the comic. A palace guard swallows his soul and spends the night chasing teasing apparitions. The film does work as a playful mockery, but we have moved in too many directions in the course of the four films to appreciate it properly. It's almost as though each film succeeds too well on its own terms to allow the diversity Kobayashi wants...