Word: throat
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...almost dark now. Humphrey bursts into the kitchen to tell Muriel that he has just received a phone call from Washington. "Mother, rumors are wafting all across the country," he says, a tone of mock drama in his voice. "The first one is that I'm dying of throat cancer." He clutches his neck. "The second one is that you're dying." "And the third is that you and I are getting a divorce." He stops for a moment. Then Muriel and Hubert Humphrey, the shrewd old family doctor who knows a bad diagnosis when he hears...
...call me "Archie Bunker" and cram the Bill of Rights down my throat, and in theory, at least, I'd probably agree with you. But I'm one American who was glad to have had Hoover-instigated FBI surveillance and harassment of such groups as the Black Panthers and the S.D.S...
...economy. In his State of the Union address last January, Ford called for a reduction of $16 billion in income taxes; Congress passed-and Ford signed-a measure that cut taxes by $22.8 billion. Says House Majority Leader O'Neill: "We shoved the tax cut down his throat." Last month, Ford accepted an eleventh-hour agreement that extended the cuts through the first half of 1976 but did not commit Congress to a $395 billion spending ceiling...
...more explicit songs. In the title track of her Horses album, which is an incantation of violence and brutal sexuality, she sings of "white, shining silver studs with their noses in flames" and of a suicidal lover who "picked up a blade, and pressed it against his smooth throat." Redondo Beach, set against a catchy reggae beat, tells of lesbian love. Other Smith songs like the hard rocker Free Money are easier to take. In surrealistic blues like Birdland, her mordant fragments of verse can be evocative...
...every curve. With $60,000 invested in a single-seat Blazer and the two-seat truck, Evans and his partner, Parnelli Jones, onetime Indianapolis 500 winner, cannot afford mistakes. "A race is like a razor in a barbershop," shouts Evans above the wind. "It'll cut your throat in a minute, but you always keep honing...