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Word: walking (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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Harvard put the game away in its half of the fifth. Varney beat out a grounder to short and then broke up an attempted double play on Ignacio's bunt. A walk to Bill Kelley loaded the bases, and Ballantyne followed with a single into center field that scored two runners. Turco hit a sacrifice fly to right that brought Kelly home and finished Harvard's scoring...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Lightweight Crews and Thinclads Capture Season Openers | 4/14/1969 | See Source »

...abrasive at best. Though little organized vice survives and the once famous red-light district is deserted, East St. Louis has one of the worst crime rates of any U.S. city its size. There were 47 murders in 1968 and 15 so far in 1969. Only the brave dare walk its streets after dark...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: THE CITY: THE EAST ST. LOUIS BLUES | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

...lion of prides. The mane is wayward and unhatted. The massive head and frame are by Hogarth, the voluminous suit by Khrushchev's tailor. An excess of ergs twitches his head and fingers; the English hair and teeth, the cockney-of-the-walk intonations announce his presence in the densest lobby crush. In the past two years, the New York Times's Clive Barnes has become a public character, the most theatrical and prolific critic since the days of Alexander Woollcott...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Critics: Overachiever | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

...gone back earlier to set up for the evening's shooting. When the rest of us arrived, around 6 p.m., the cabin's road was chain-locked and inaccessible. The chain was the province of the granite quarry next to the cabin, and Eric had our key. Rather than walk up the road to get it, Tommy and Tim decided to walk straight through the snowbound forest...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The World is a Big Box | 4/11/1969 | See Source »

Soon Tim and Eric pointed the way. We would walk through a dead-looking forest slope of about 100 yards to reach our destination. As we started our trek I saw little except snow and mist. I took about two steps into the forest--and then discovered that the cold ground cover below was much different from the slush I had left behind in Cambridge. My left foot sunk below the surface, and I pitched forward, dropping my sleeping bags before me and sinking into about three feet of snow. No sooner did I collect myself and my bundles, than...

Author: By Frank Rich, | Title: The Ghosts of New Hampshire | 4/10/1969 | See Source »

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