Word: bastardizations
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Amid the growing tension, New Orleans' police reinforced their cordon around the school. That only seemed to make the mob angrier. Reporters and photographers were attacked. The Rev. Jerome Drolet, a Catholic priest who accompanied the Foremans to school one morning, was met with cries of "bastard," "Communist" and "nigger lover." Restlessly, the mob moved to the Foremans' frame cottage, stoned the family's black-and-white dog. "Look," cried one woman, "even their dog's integrated." When police shooed the women away, they went to a hospitable neighbor's lawn, where self-styled "cheerleaders...
...Caucasian city is overthrown and his wife forced to abandon their child. Grusha, a simple peasant girl, rescues him, carries him to the distant home of her brother, pursued all the way by Ironshirts, and eventually marries a dying man so that the child will not be raised a bastard. The peasant she marries is not dead, but merely lying in bed for a year to escape the draft, so when Simon, her betrothed, returns from the war to claim her, she must tell him that she has broken her promise...
Last week, opening his campaign to become West Germany's next Chancellor, West Berlin's Socialist Mayor Willy Brandt, 46, decided to meet some ugly whispers head on. Enemies were saying he was born a bastard and, during World War II, "turned his back on Germany" to become "one of the enemy." To a Social Democratic Party congress in Hannover, Brandt said: "It is true. I have been called Willy Brandt for 'only' the past 28 years." He had adopted the name at 19, when he fled his native town of Lübeck to work...
...arms and he kisses me, which is normal since he is my pa, but when he starts pawin' me all over and gettin' fresh and all, and I tell him hey nunodatstuff because I know damn well what he's drivin' at, the bastard, but when I tell him no no never, like I said, he goes to the door an' locks it an' shove's the key in his pocket, and you shoulda seen the way he was rollin' his eyeballs, like in the old time flics, it was terrific...
...sheathe his sword, after last season in which too many couldn't extract their weapons. Choreographer Theresa Dickinson provided some pleasing dances, and outstanding movement by the policemen's chorus. Offspring of Sir Robert Peel, they and their well-shined escutcheons boast a bend sinister--they are clearly bastard descendants of Mack Sennett. The Keystone Cops had nothing on this crew in hilarity, and DcVoto should get a medieval medal for putting some of their lines into Gregorian chant...