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Word: racketeering (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
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...YOUR MOTTO is, "I spend, therefore I am," then Cambridge is the place to be. On your trek from the River to the Yard you can pick up a squash racket, poetry by an obscure author, and a slice of pizza with hardly a break in stride; when you tire of the Harvard market you can hop the Dudley bus for a quarter, and pour your green from Central Square to Roxbury...

Author: By Michel D. Mcqueen, | Title: Capitalism, at Work | 12/7/1979 | See Source »

...stood silently on the service line, fuming, her hands on her hips and her racket lying on the court where she had dropped it a moment before...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Open Season | 9/18/1979 | See Source »

Finally, Navratila had had enough. "This tournament is the pits," she shouted. "No food, no balls, planes coming all the time...." She gave an indignant huff and picked up her racket, while Scanlon twirled his nonchalantly. "We're The Match That Bill Talbert (Tournament Director) Forgot," he said with a wry smile...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: Open Season | 9/18/1979 | See Source »

...Dodge City tradition, has nurtured its morale on a reputation for meanness: Harlan County, Ky., is famous for little else. Arizona hymns its dry air; Louisiana often builds a brag on its murderous humidity. Amarillo, Texas, brags about its yellow dust. Nashville has a swelled head over the racket, only occasionally musical, that it produces; Memphis lauds itself about the special quiet it has enjoyed ever since the late Boss Ed Crump banned auto horns. Apalachicola, Fla.? The oyster is its world. Hope, Ark.? The watermelon is its. If some places-Podunk, Peoria and Kalamazoo as well as New Jersey...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Essay: Local Chauvinism: Long May It Rave | 8/20/1979 | See Source »

Already, from the Carolinas to New York, little holes are appearing in lawns and backyards, hillsides and woodlands. Any evening now, out will pop millions of dark little bugs. They will scamper up almost any upright object-trees, poles, buildings-and soon strike up a joyous racket, marking nuptial rites after being buried alive for 17 years...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Science: Wedding Whirs | 5/28/1979 | See Source »

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