Word: liquored
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...avail. Khashoggi's offer met immediate opposition. Local Jewish merchants briefly-but pointedly-considered boycotting the bank. A few depositors huffily shifted their accounts to rival banks. Fairly typically, a liquor-store owner said: "It worries me that with all those petrodollars, the Arabs will come...
...happy to accept Matthews's assessment of Page. My article simply said that he receives liquor at Christmas from people for whom he has obtained coveted tickets. I was not trying to imply that there was a quid pro quo at work; if anything, the passage implied the opposite, that Page does not solicit or expect the gifts, because, as the article noted, he does not drink. --Scott Kaufer
...inspire his countrymen, Nyerere himself has spent the past month upcountry doing daily labor on ujamaa projects. There he recently received Britain's Foreign Secretary, James Callaghan, who promised a welcome $6 million in emergency aid. To conserve what meager foreign exchange is left, Nyerere has banned liquor and tobacco imports, restricted the importation of automobiles and announced plans for rationing gas. "Our motto must be: 'Produce or perish,' " he says grimly. Despite opposition from the World Bank and other foreign sources of financial aid, Nyerere has not cut back on one expensive pet project-moving...
There are some corporate customers, usually liquor companies anxious to upgrade their image with a coat of arms. But the vast majority are ordinary citizens, most of them without any noteworthy lineage. Explains Halbert's Haslinger: "People get their shields because they are turned off by being a social security number. They want to remind themselves that they are something special." Adds Ken Kandler, president of Sanson's: "We sell instant...
...decent and he understood other people's failings. (Sometimes he was too decent: he sold a copy of Michael Harrington's Socialism to my roommate; unfortunately, on credit). Last summer, Nick rented an apartment in Cambridge, from which he could commute to his job in a Boston Liquor factory. He proudly displayed his poster of Karl Marx on one of the apartment walls, and shortly afterwards invited the landlady--a nice, conservative, elderly woman--in for tea. Seeing the Marx poster, the woman asked Nick who the bearded, stern Victorian gentleman was. Nick was not fazed: he explained that...