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...atmosphere was oddly exuberant. Old Lenin stared down somberly on the assemblage from his ten-foot canvas at the head of the hall. The center of attention was former President Richard Nixon, who had flown in from New York especially for the party. Ex-Secretary of State Henry Kissinger showed up, and some of his staff members from the past were on hand. The place was jammed with Republican contributors, consultants and former Administration aides, as though the Soviets had summoned a meeting of the shadow government that had been lurking in the wings the past four years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: THE PRESIDENCY: A Vodka Toast for Reagan | 11/24/1980 | See Source »

...Hoaglands, who own 10 per cent of Eugene's, will not try to reopen the restaurant. "We wouldn't touch it with a ten-foot pole," Hoagland said...

Author: By Marc J. Jenkins, | Title: Eugene's Closes in Wake of Strikes | 4/8/1980 | See Source »

...ever doubted that inmate 19437-148 had an inventive mind, but officials at the federal prison at Lompoc, Calif, 170 miles north of Los Angeles, had no idea how cleverly he had diagnosed their security system. Shortly after sunset one day last week, the prisoner approached the ten-foot chain-link fence with a pair of wire cutters, a crude ladder he had fashioned and an odd device made of a toothbrush taped to one end of a broom handle. Knowing that any sudden movement of the fence would set off an electric alarm, he propped the ladder near...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Solo Flight | 2/4/1980 | See Source »

Harvard responded with freshman Calvin Dixon leading a sweet fast break with a beguiling pass to classmate Lamax Flatt for a ten-foot jumper, Harvard sixth straight point and a tie at 40 with less than a minute remaining in the half...

Author: By Jeffrey R. Toobin, | Title: Texas Tops Cagers At Boston Garden | 12/5/1979 | See Source »

...played ping-pong after the chemical lunch. We were just getting off. The ground slipped lower and lower, until I was standing on ten-foot legs. The ball darted about leaving traces of its circular form, and when I went to hit the circular form, the ball slipped by me. I told my arms--commanded them--to hit the fucking ball, but they just laid numb by my side, dead. My legs went limp, and I quit the ping-pong game...

Author: By David A. Demilo, | Title: Of Wolves and Men | 8/17/1979 | See Source »

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