Word: bucketfuls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...near midnight in the sleeping Bavarian city of Bamberg (pop. 76,800) when some oddball, armed with a bucket of white oil paint and bursting with perverse zeal, got to working on a great carved door of Bamberg's 700-year-old cathedral. In the morning, there for all Bambergers to see, stood a legend in German, sloshed in letters a foot and a half high: "Elvis Presley-My God." Dreamboat Groaner Presley was on U.S. Army duty some 100 miles from the scene of his deification...
...preliminary results to an international conference of physicists. The data indicated that his project has made a significant advance toward the achievement of the first controlled fusion reaction, an objective that could give the human race a source of energy that would last for millions of years: one small bucket of water holds enough heavy hydrogen to make fuel equivalent to 300 gallons of gasoline...
...moment's hesitation. Philippine water-buffalo horns, 30 inches wide, arced away from the radiator; door handles, gearshift and fender ornaments were all pearl-handled Colt six-shooters, and silver-plated rifles were mounted on the trunk lid. Chromed horse heads studded the I dashboard, and the bucket seats were up holstered in the soft white leather of unborn calf. The chunky, grey-thatched driver was dressed to match. Inside the lot, he braked to a stop, grabbed an armful of fancy jeans, vests and jackets from the back seat, and bustled busily into the dressing room...
...mood of her songs varied greatly. Her deeply moving performance of the Irish "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye," the song from which we get the more familiar "When Johnny Comes Marching Home," left the audience breathless. In sharp contrast, her version of "There's a Hole in the Bucket" drew loud laughs...
...Marshall threw a couple of fistfuls of dirt all over my new clothes. In the first minute all of them knocked me down, rolled me in the dirt and said, 'O.K., now you can play a western.' " A few minutes later, Shirley doused her tormentors with a bucket of water. "Wouldn't you like to cool off, Charlie?" she asked. "From then on, they knew I wasn't a prima donna exactly, and whatever they wanted to say, they went right ahead. The language, oh golly...