Word: protectors
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...tree in your living room is a dirty trick. But some enterprising Coloradans are striking back at would-be tree snatchers with a pungent recipe: fox urine, a drop or two of skunk essence and glandular extracts from cats, ferrets or muskrats. Sprayed on evergreens, the Scrooge Christmas Tree Protector, at $6 per pt., raises a stink to warn off tree rustlers. If a "Scrooged" tree is moved into a heated house, the putrid perfume gets really intense. How long before the scent wears off? Says Scrooge creator Major Boddicker: "For sure, by spring it'll be gone...
...connections it makes with primal emotions. We form an instant attachment to a near helpless creature whose mother is killed by falling rocks. Nor can we entirely avoid anthropomorphizing the cub's attempts to survive on his own or to attach himself to a full-grown male as a protector-mentor. He is such a vulnerable little guy, infinitely curious and dangerously, comically distractible -- whether by a passing butterfly or the moon's reflection in a pond...
...general also has a significant civilian power base among Panama's nonwhite majority. It stems from his image as the protector of la revolucion, the shift in political power led by Omar Torrijos Herrera, who seized control of the military in a coup 21 years ago. A cholo (a Spanish-American Indian), Torrijos gave fellow cholos, blacks, Chinese and other nonwhites new influence, both within the military and in the government. This broke the traditional monopoly held by the country's wealthy class of European descendants...
Bill Woodley killed his first elephant at 16. By 19 he had shot 150 tuskers and lived as a professional ivory hunter. Today, at 60, he is the elephant's staunchest protector, leading the desperate war against poachers in Kenya's Tsavo National Park. "They say once an elephant hunter, always an elephant hunter," says Woodley. "But I've spent the past 41 years hunting poachers." The difference, he observes wryly, is that "poachers shoot back...
...Enough!" shouts the mother of the groom. "This is their wedding day. I don't want to hear anymore. Let us leave quietly." Then, apropos of nothing more than the increasingly common disdain many Chinese appear to feel for the army they saw as their great protector before it marched on Tiananmen, this small, fine-boned woman with searing brown eyes and a complexion Margaret Thatcher would compare to a rose recites some lines of Du Fu, the 8th century poet famous for decrying the gulf between ruled and ruler in China: "So it is better to abandon a daughter...