Word: blowed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Third Strike. Then Walter waddled to the mound. He went into his pitch on more TV programs than Betty Furness. He was no fireballer; he did not try to blow down the opposition. Instead, he tantalized the opposition with soft change-ups and calm, canny rationalizations. But mostly, he showed the voters that he was not a monster. Always he spoke softly and sounded reasonable. Two nights before the election. O'Malley's well-heeled backers organized a telethon in which Hollywood's most articulate stars turned out as cheerleaders...
...performance this summer at the Brussels World's Fair. Last week her fans were still throwing radishes at Callas, and so were some critics. "[Maria Callas'] well-organized claque," said Milan's Il Giorno, "does not prevent her voice from damaging well-formed ears." The final blow came when Manager Ghiringhelli, who had avoided her for months, cut Callas dead backstage. Enraged, she took public revenge at her next performance of Il Pirata. Instead of pointing offstage to her lover mounting the gallows, Callas leveled a finger at Ghiringhelli's box as she declaimed the lines...
...sooner was the indictment out than the oil companies stepped up, one by one, to deny the charges. To many companies, in fact, the indictment came as a double blow. They pointed out that when everyone was crying for oil during Suez, the industry was actually forced to boost the prices it paid well operators before they would increase production. Then, when production was roaring along, the bottom dropped out of the market leaving the industry holding a heavy surplus of oil that it has been trying to get rid of ever since...
...this one's so far out the trains don't run there any more. It's Endsville and there's no more room. Now blow this on your ax. A real cool cat from East Desperation comes wheeling up to the village school in a real crazy short, and starts to stink up the upholstery. Man, he's got life with a belt in the back. He bugs the teach and rains the warden, a real sad square: "Man, you're draggin' your rear axle in waltztime." Pretty soon the hipster is smitten...
Sallie Bingham has struck a parting blow for crafts-manship, contributing a readable story about a girl's attempt to escape from her mother by living with a photographer in Paris. The only serious objection to her facile story is that she appears to use a narrative trick to conceal the difficulty of achieving a real resolution...