Word: beatness
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Milwaukee-born Actor Alfred Lunt, 64, proud holder of a diploma from Paris' Cordon Bleu cooking school, discussed his newly acquired souffle secrets with the New York Times: "Egg whites are beaten by hand with a wire whisk or not at all. You beat and beat. Of course, you may drop dead in the end, but no matter. I don't understand why American cookbooks state 'beat until stiff but still moist.' That's nonsense. We beat the daylights out of them and turn out the finest souffles you've ever tasted...
...teen-ager in Texas, John F. McMahon beat the drum and tootled the saxophone for the Volunteers of America, a U.S. offshoot of the Salvation Army that his father and mother had joined. Later he embarked on a promising career in an industrial catering business, but at 24 he decided that "there are things more important than money." He went back to the Volunteers...
...came when a censor declared that any mention of the uprising there was forbidden. The Paris A.P. desk got a call through to its stringer on the island before communications were cut off, put the story on the U.S. wire (which was not censored) for a solid 15-minute beat...
Winchell strutted onstage before Brobdingnagian blowups of his column, singing New York's My Beat! There followed something called "The Walter Winchell Story," an unabashed paean with heavenly choirs, lots of girls, sawing violins and huge backdrop photographs of Winchell the baby, the boy and the man, among swirling Manhattan towers and streaky dawn skies. Intoned an announcer: "Strange, perhaps, that a man who has delivered gangsters to the FBI and announced the murder of a mobster five hours before his assassination, should be a poetry lover. But sonnets have led off Walter's column now and then...
...definition the most expert drivers in the country, but they began breaking traffic rules as soon as they took off. The 33 qualifiers for the Indianapolis 500-mile auto race last week scrambled out to begin the "Big Spin in the Brickyard" like Memorial Day road hogs trying to beat their neighbors to the beach. Even the pre-race parade, which called for the competitors to ride in neat ranks three abreast behind a pace car, immediately degenerated into a fight for the pole. It took three turns around the 2½mile track before the fast-moving field straightened...