Word: tweeds
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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Steve Oney is not a college student. His tweed jacket, Knapsack, pullover sweater and predilection for Bartley burgers (he prefers the "Ronnie Reagan burger," two jellybeans included) may make him look like one; he does attend some half-dozen classes and will continue to do so for the rest of the year. But Steve Oney is a 1981-82 Nieman fellow, a self-styled "new journalist," and his mission at Harvard this year is not to pave the way toward professional school but to take courses "that I don't know anything about." There's one other thing: he wants...
...orphan cub, is taken in and raised by kindly Widow Tweed, whose farm occupies a patch of rural terrain somewhere in the American midcentury. Down the road a pace is the shack of Amos Slade, a grizzled old hunter who keeps a grizzled old hound dog named Chief and a cheerful hound pup, Copper...
...four Herriot books are bolts cut from the same Scottish tweed, carefully interweaving the local patois (Owt a gurt cow wi' nawbut a stone in t'kidney) and technical jargon ("You can get hypertrophy of the rumenal walls and inhibition of cellulose-digesting bacteria with a low pH"). Each volume has become increasingly formulaic. But it is Herriot's original formula, an unfailing blend of exotica-for The Lord God Made Them All, a recollection of trips to Russia and Turkey-and accounts of extraordinary happenings to ordinary people and creatures. Volume IV of the tetralogy offers...
...smile is as warm as the sunshine that engulfs the room. In a beige tweed skirt and tasteful silk blouse, with every dark blond hair in place and her huge hazel eyes clear, Nancy Reagan looks as much like spring as the tulips and hyacinths that festoon the room. And when she starts talking, the control is there. No, she had not worried much about physical assault, not any more. Reagan had been threatened frequently while Governor in Sacramento; in 1968 a security man shot at someone trying to fire-bomb the Governor's residence...
...summer faded into September and I began to pack for school. I felt little regret over leaving my job behind. I daydreamed about tearful farewells between the tweed blazers and silky slit-skirts at the bank and wistfully vowed that next summer would be different. Maybe if I wear my blazer and smoke a pipe. . . .CrimsonWilliam F. Hammond...