Word: window
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...greatest weakness is America," says Mare Chagall. "The people are so young and full of life." To indulge his weakness, the artist has created a special treat: a series of stained-glass windows for the Art Institute of Chicago. The 8-ft.-high by 30-ft.-wide windows, unveiled this week, are in commemoration of Chagall's friend the late Mayor Richard Daley. As Chagall explains: "Each window has a different theme-dance, architecture, theater, music, poetry and America." The master, who will be 90 on July 7, doesn't mind if his symbols aren't perfectly...
...bombing of two Frankfurt department stores. Baader had won permission from prison authorities to study at the library. Suddenly three people burst into the library and sprayed the room with bullets and tear gas. The escape plan worked. Baader and Meinhof, now his accomplice in rebellion, leaped out a window...
...Master Charge, no revolving credit, no conspicuous consumption. But one epochal year the Traveler does not come. Instead, a mysterious old woman appears, bearing boxes of medicinal herbs. She speaks an unknown language but her eye is a window on the uncharted territory beyond the mountains. It is a valley inhabited by a hunting-gathering tribe known as "the people" and savage cattle herders called the Chigai...
...tomb: pyramid hair styles, Cleopatra eye makeup, scarab rings, mummy bead necklaces, wallpaper sporting Egyptian goddesses, Tut towel and pillow sets. The newest disco dance is a stimulating shuffle called the King Tut Strut. One women's shop has achieved the living end in Egyptian necrophilia: its main window features a mannequin wrapped in masking tape to look like a mummy...
...another efficient policeman appeared. The airport was private property, he said; the street was his property. That didn't leave us much room. The policeman smiled. In his sunglasses we could see the dark clouds racing behind us. As the fat blue executive watched from a steamy office window, the policeman offered us a ride to the highway. The Miami-bound Lear jet still sat, sleek and ready, on the rain-slicked pavement...