Word: belched
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...starboard windows for a glimpse of the mountain. Among them were 75 dealers and executives with their wives from Minneapolis' Thermo King Corp., on a 14-day company-paid tour of the Far East, a reward for outstanding sales. Suddenly witnesses on the ground saw the plane belch white, then black, smoke. To some it seemed to come apart in midair, pieces of wing and tail fluttering to earth like dry leaves. Presumed cause: either a mid-air explosion or disintegration as a result of turbulence from the very strong gusts of wind that prevailed around Mount Fuji that...
With the arrival of Chopin and Liszt, romanticism came to full flower. Chopin, who at the peak of his career weighed only 97 Ibs., was an artist of delicate expression: he taught the piano to breathe. Liszt taught it to belch fire. A saturnine dandy with flowing shoulder-length blond hair and a dress coat aglitter with medals, he combined virtuosity with showmanship, worked himself into such a lather that he would sometimes faint. Women hurled their jewels on the stage and fought over the green doeskin gloves that he deliberately left on the piano...
Brecht drew his Galileo as a big belching proletarian who would belch even in the Pope's presence. Tony van Bridge seems far too well-mannered with the Establishment, but among his scientist friends he back-slaps sufficiently. He brings extreme power to the role, perhaps too much. The rest of the Charles cast rarely reaches his heights or depths. Lynn Milgrim provides the one exception with her brilliant performance as Galileo's light-hearted daughter who changes into a madonna-like grey-haired spinster...
...splice-up of some of his favorite vignettes from past seasons. There he was again as the bowlegged, barelegged (except for anklet socks) toreador fleeing a rampaging bull in a Madrid ring. Or replaying his "Now a message from Alka-Seltzer," which was unexpectedly punctuated by a belch from Jonathan Winters. Or sending Richard Nixon to the piano and leading Bea Lillie off with a fond pat on her backside...
...klaxons sound while a single blinker flashes in the darkness. The voices of fighter pilots mingle with the staccato rat-a-tat of machine-gun bullets: "I see about 40 bandits . . . Red, where are you? Dusty, Dusty . . . Dusty's gone in." Then the big, 16-in. guns belch out billows of multicolored smoke...