Word: wagoner
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...happy suspicion that he is getting a bargain on hot goods. Police note that most of the merchandise is legally obtained from wholesalers, but there are bargains to be had. In midtown Manhattan, Carl Britt of Newark, N.J., for instance, sells kitchenware from the back of his station wagon: for a set of pots marked to sell at $69, he pays $15 and charges $20; for a set of dishes marked $22.50, he pays $7 and charges...
...hear her, and so she started for the cows herself. Two steps out the front door she heard young Harry scream and knew immediately he had swallowed some of the lye. She ran back into the house and snatched him up, then ran for Ray, who hitched up the wagon and galloped the eight miles to the nearest doctor. It turned out Harry's injuries were not as serious as they had at first seemed...
...garage?" She laughs. "A guy has a larceny on his car." A car responds to the call and heads to the Everett St. Garage. The rover car follows. Time elapsed--three minutes. On the second floor of the garage a flustered old man complains that his station wagon has been broken into. When did he park it there, the police officer asks. What are you missing? The questions continue. The old man reaches into his glove compartment--"My wife's Gulf credit card," he answers...
...driving north on Rte. 93 out of Boston, pushing the accelerator to the floor and trying not to lose the maroon Fairmont station wagon. There is a bumper sticker in the middle of the rear window of the Fairmont--"Paul Tsongas, U.S. Senate." In the car is Cecil Andrus, former governor of Idaho and current Secretary of the Interior, who has come to Massachusetts to endorse Tsongas. They have traded compliments about their concern for energy and the environment. Tsongas' driver is doing a steady 75. "As a member of the Select Ad-Hoc Committee on Energy, [Paul] introduced...
...York Times hit the streets for the first time in nine weeks--in the form of "Not The New York Times." Millions roared. Then The Crimson was rather poorly copied by some undersexed Black Angus cows from the north who are lower than a snake's belly in a wagon rut, as my roomate says. Millions yawned...