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Word: wow (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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Still, science sometimes triumphs. In March of 1970, Somethingroyal dropped her foal by Bold Ruler at The Meadow. When Mrs. Tweedy visited the farm and saw the colt for the first time, she made a one-word entry in the notebook she keeps on her horses. The word was "Wow...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Wow Horse Races into History | 6/11/1973 | See Source »

...exercised away, without unduly straining the muscles, before there can be any thought of trying to find out whether he has any speed. The months went by. Other two-year-olds were getting to the races and starting to make names for themselves. When Mrs. Tweedy asked how her wow horse was doing, Laurin's answer for a long time was "He hasn't shown me much." Then the bulletins were amended slightly-but only slightly-to "He's coming along...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Wow Horse Races into History | 6/11/1973 | See Source »

Penny Tweedy was not keen on syndicating her wow horse. "I personally would prefer to race him as long as he stays sound," she says. But the family needed a lot of cash to pay estate taxes after her father, Christopher T. Chenery, utilities magnate and founder of Meadow Stable, died last January. The Secretariat bloodline was the most salable asset...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Wow Horse Races into History | 6/11/1973 | See Source »

...powder. "Would anybody like a hit of coke?" she inquired casually, as if offering another drink. Indeed they would. Recalls one of the guests: "I was so wrecked by the time I left that I could barely find my way to the next party. But when I got there, wow! I was really...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Modern Living: Tyrannical King Coke | 4/16/1973 | See Source »

...oneself of chains imposed by some other. Pleasure sharp and murderous, rages through her suddenly. Her motion inside the rain is a war; her battling unnoticed. Even though catcalls seem to be flying from all directions. Tiny boys whistle at her sturdy legs, gasping exclamations of gosh and wow! She pays no attention. Older men whistle and stare, tickled by her constant effort, her stamina, and amazed that she seems to be enjoying what to all of them is an annoyance to be escaped as soon as possible...

Author: By Alta Starr, | Title: A Southern Sister/Inside This Closed Northern Shit | 3/27/1973 | See Source »

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