Word: bunch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...real pleasure to read "The Colonel's Crusade" [July 27] and to learn that at long last, a military man had developed guts enough to tell the ladies to dress and act like ladies and not like a bunch of cheap prostitutes advertising their wares...
...early teens, he was a boxer of small talents, fighting for as little as a dollar a bout. He learned the rudiments of tailoring in a cousin's shop, then headed West and worked as an extra in Wallace Reid pictures. "Every scene had to have a bunch of people in the background eating peanuts," he remembers. "I was hired as a peanut eater." When the peanuts palled, Nudie bummed his way back to Manhattan and went into Specialty Costumes ("What that means is that I was in the G-string business...
...homosexual, and rouged and powdered his cheeks. One room of his house was decorated as a snow scene, with a polar bear rug. a sleigh, and mica hoarfrost. He sometimes wore a white velvet suit and a bunch of violets in the neck of his shirt instead of a cravat. But he did have cravats. 100 of them in "tender pastel shades" that hung in a glass cupboard in his bathroom...
...Saturday 100,000 Viennese (who had otherwise treated the affair with distaste or indifference) turned out to watch the festival's big parade. They found nothing to cheer about until, near the end of the monotonous succession of national delegations, the ragged-rank bunch of 100 U.S. fellow travelers passed by-followed closely by six non-Communist Americans who, as they entered Heroes Square, broke out signs reading "Remember Hungary," "Remember Tibet" and "We're Against Soviet Colonialism." The crowd gave the half dozen a tremendous ovation before Austrian and Italian Communists swarmed in and knocked them...
...agony, were the police able to identify the charred body. The first person they went looking for was, quite naturally, her protector. At first, Bill and his mistress stuck by their story-anyone, said Bill, might have an empty oil can in his car or a bunch of 7.65 shells hidden in his bathroom. But in the end, the evidence was too much. Still the compleat caïd, who would show neither pity nor remorse, Bill made a detailed confession, blandly explained: "I knew she could never pay the fine, so she had to die." Later, as he posed...