Word: blobs
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...more battle in Clifton Webb's long movie war with children. Perhaps because he is opposed this time by as potent an organization as the Boy Scouts, Webb is considerably more mellow than in his Mr. Belvedere days: he strikes only one urchin (and then with only a blob of ice cream), and soon loses his heart to a frog-voiced eight-year-old (George Winslow). Webb takes over an unruly troop of Scouts because, as a writer of TV children's shows, he thinks he should know more about the spaceship...
...radarmen of the Water Survey first focused on a thundercloud which had suddenly grown a tail (the large blob of light near top in first cut). This was the start of the tornado funnel, still high in the air and shooting toward the east at about 48 m.p.h...
...apparently at a great height. He believes that they are caused by the balloon itself when it rises through a thin layer of warm air at a thousand feet or so (see diagram). As it rises, it punches a hole in the layer. Cold air flows in, forming a blob of denser air that acts as an imperfect lens. Observers on the ground see a small moving image of the balloon above. The same effect can be produced, says Menzel, by holding a strong spectacle lens at arm's length toward a light...
...Britain and the U.S.," proclaimed Churchill, "are working together and working for the same cause." Privately, he recognized rifts. He felt that the U.S. now treats Britain as a junior partner, as one of a net of European allies; Churchill would not be dealt with as part of a blob. On their side, U.S. officials found Eden and Churchill, after six years in exile, dismayingly out of touch with many of the facts of international life. In that time the U.S. has hardened its position, and perhaps its heart. Eden came to the U.S. full of conventional diplomacy...
...unknown Marquet drawings showed that he was not always the serious, hard-working rearguard painter most people thought him. As relaxation from his more ambitious oils, Marquet had strolled the streets of Paris, doing maliciously observant sketches of the people he saw. In a few deft strokes, a blob of black ink or a casual crosshatching, he caught the posture and movement of a speeding cyclist, a barmaid scratching her head, an old fiacre driver waiting for a fare, a bemused, potbellied pedestrian...