Word: acidizing
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That struck a responsive chord, and Africa's former French dependencies played it repeatedly, with particular focus on the futile firebrand of Ghana, Kwame Nkrumah. Charging that Nkrumah has bankrupted his nation for his own political ends, Upper Volta's President Maurice Yameogo drew cheers with his acid observation that "in Ghana you have to stand in line nowadays to buy a box of matches." Should Nkrumah lead a Pan-African government? Chortled Yameogo: "How can he expect to extend that to the rest of Africa when he has lost the allegiance of his own people...
This sort of sentiment has little in common with that of such other Southern Senators as Mississippi's Jim Eastland, South Carolina's Strom Thurmond, Georgia's Herman Talmadge, or even Georgia's Richard Russell, whose sometimes courtly, sometimes acid-tongued combativeness has been badly missed by the Senate's Southerners in their fight against the voting rights bill. Russell has been out for almost four months with emphysema, a lung ailment, but last week he announced that he felt fit enough to run for a seventh term next year...
...wonder about John Ross. He hasn't got Lithgow's perfect timing or Erhardt's acid touch, but I've seen him be a lot funnier than he was here. I think the problem was that as Geronimo he hadn't much to hold on to. When he has a characterization to work out he can do it skillfully. Lacking that, he seemed merely to focus on the sound of his words and the sweep of his bows, and never evoked a solid character...
...Since Barry Goldwater was visiting France recently on a gastronomic tour," began an acid article in Paris' Le Figaro Litteraire last week, "it is difficult to believe that he occupies the White House under the pseudonym of L. B. Johnson." But Barry might just as well be there, the weekly magazine complained: L.B.J. is the faithful executor of Goldwater's plans. The Times of London chimed in: "The U.S. is doing its best to appear as if it has reverted to the American colonialism of the 19th century...
Farouk Chourbagi was a handsome Egyptian textile merchant who mixed fabrics and females while living and loving in Rome. He was found dead in his office off Via Veneto one morning last year, his body riddled with bullets, his face scarred with acid. The cops nabbed Farouk's combustible mistress, a honey-blonde Egyptian named Claire Bebawi, and her rich cotton dealer husband Youssef. Each said the other did it: he in a fit of jealousy, said she; she to end the affair, said he. Both were indicted for murder and went on trial together as codefendants...