Word: bowness
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...water skyward, creating a whole new set of momentary blips on the radarscopes. The attacking boats disappeared in the welter of the new radar images. When the scopes cleared, only one moving target remained. Neither destroyer spotted torpedoes or answering gunfire, but two lookouts claimed they spotted the bow of a boat. A thorough search of the area next day turned up none of the debris-life jackets, cans, splintered wood or bodies-that would be expected to mark a sunken vessel. The only ones who seemed to be sure of what had happened were the Russians. Tass, with barely...
When the curtains parted, the composer was crouched over his fiddle, eyes hooded in dark glasses, sweat beading his forehead, his orientally sinister mustache drooping. He leaned over his big bass and began to bow. The mournful, dolorous, lyrical introduction swelled into the horns' full statement of the theme. A flute skittered in. Suddenly a roaring, vibrant alto sax soared over the full horns. Mingus dropped his bow, began to thump. He danced out in front of his bass, bouncing up and down, swarming over the instrument, crashing together swift blocks of strident chords. Drums pounded accents like...
...portrayed by Actress Novak, Mildred giggles a lot and speaks cockney like a girl who learned the sound of Bow bells from somewhere in South Chicago. But she still manages to make life hell for Philip (Laurence Harvey), the sensitive clubfooted medical student whom she meets, seduces and betrays with monotonous regularity. Eventually, Philip drags himself from her bed, only to find himself standing beside it while she dies of syphilis reels later. "I want a proper funeral," moans Mildred just before the end, and she is duly interred tor the third time...
Through the last turn the two horses pounded, and Gun Bow's lead began to shrink-to three lengths, then two, then one. "I knew he was coming," sighed Gun Bow's jockey, Walter Blum. "I could hear his hoofs, and I could hear the crowd. I thought-well, I thought my horse could let Kelso come up and then draw out." Desperately, Blum went to the whip. Relentlessly, Kelso kept coming. At the top of the stretch, he ranged alongside. "Got you!" Valenzuela yelled-and at the wire Kelso was three-quarters of a length ahead...
Unfinished Business. In the grandstand, mutuel clerks watched incredulously while bettors tore up losing tickets on Gun Bow and hugged each other with delight. Allaire du Pont dashed around the winner's circle, kissing everybody in reach. And what was Kelso doing? Trotting calmly off to the barn to catch up on his sleep. After all, there was still some unfinished business to attend to-a small matter of $38,737. With $1,711,132 already in the bank (including his day's pay of $70,005), that was all that stood between the sturdy old champion...