Word: mooning
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Dates: during 1970-1970
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...Maybe it is a good thing that the moon has no wildlife. Despite our progress in some areas, we persevere in our slaughter of this earth's creatures. Whether it be the killing of leopards or baby seals or alligators or whales for economic reasons or the killing of thousands and thousands of sea fowl by unnecessary dumping of oil wastes at sea, this planet's wildlife suffers unto extinction at our hands...
...Julie at Camp David, where there was no pomp amid rustic circumstance, Charles expertly potted three doubles in a row at skeet. "He's great," said the admiring David. Atop the 555-ft. Washington Monument, Charles was exhilarated by the view of the capital under a full summer moon and impulsively suggested: "Let's walk down." While Anne determinedly led Tricia and Julie toward the elevator, the prince, one hand tucked jauntily in a pocket, paced David down the 898 steps. At the Lincoln Memorial, Charles stopped to talk to an English couple in a crowd, asked puckishly...
Various Partners. The apogee of the visit came as a dazzling moon set the South Lawn ashimmer for 564 young people, who danced on a 40-ft. by 40-ft. floor and sat ten at a table to dine. The guests, all between the ages of 21 and 30, were almost entirely the offspring of politicians and diplomats. To the strains of Stars Fell on Alabama, the future King led Tricia onto the floor for one of several sedate rounds. The beat alternated between the pedestrian smoothness of the Marine Band and the jolting rock of The Guess...
ONLY a few years ago, much of the earth still seemed as desolate and inaccessible as the moon. Now the wastes of Antarctica have been surveyed and found replete with coal; modern cities are sprouting in Siberia. Roads penetrate Africa's rain forests, leading to lodes of tin, bauxite and uranium. Arabian deserts are crisscrossed with oil pipelines; even the ocean depths may soon be farmed and mined...
Otto Preminger has always had a certain flair for irrelevant melodrama (Bunny Lake Is Missing, Hurry Sundown), but never in his mercurial career has he made anything quite as tacky as Tell Me That You Love Me, Junie Moon. Adapted from an oddly beguiling novel by Marjorie Kellogg (who could be justifiably outraged if she had not written the deadly screenplay herself), Junie Moon is at base an egregious attempt to exploit both sentimental and kinky appetites...