Word: burlap
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...sideburned bad boy from Tennessee, but a scrubbed-faced, clean-cut campus type from Hollywood. Beefed up in an echo chamber-homogenized and pasteurized in a release called Young Love (Dot Records), the baby baritone of Cinemactor Tab (The Girl He Left Behind) Hunter has teenagers wrapped in a burlap...
Night of the Hunter. In Cincinnati, after he missed a potshot at a cop, was caught carrying a loaded pistol, flashlight, gloves and burlap sack, John C. Davis drew a one-to-20-year sentence despite his explanation that he was outfitted merely for "hunting crickets...
Only three weeks after the death of M.I.T. Freshman Thomas Clark during his Deke fraternity initiation (TIME, Feb. 27), the University of Texas (enrollment 15,500) ran into some hazing trouble of its own. Wearing burlap bags, Delta Sigma Phi pledges had been ordered to drink mineral oil, play wheelbarrow, i.e., walk around on their hands while someone held their feet, push brushes across the floor with their noses. One boy was put to bed with a severely upset stomach. Another was hospitalized. Paul Earney, 24-year-old ex-paratrooper, spent a week in the hospital as a result...
...busy counting the day's cash. Confronted with seven short-nosed pistols, the Brink's men surrendered without a fight. After tying and gagging them, the gang methodically began to stuff $1,218,211.29 in cash and $1,557,183.83 in checks, money orders and securities into burlap sacks they carried with them. While they worked, a buzzer went off. O'Keefe removed the adhesive-tape gag from Cashier Thomas B. Lloyd's mouth, asked him what it was. Lloyd said that it was another Brink's employee. The newcomer was admitted to the vault...
...half an oaf is better than none. As for Anna, nothing like her kind of corset farce has come out of Hollywood since the late Marie Dressier delicately tucked a pint of hooch in her grandmotherly bosom. One moment Actress Magnani comes lurching on-camera as shapeless as a burlap bag full of cantaloupes; the next she is sleazing through the dusk in black lace with the toothsome glitter of a backstreet-walker in Naples. And she battles her way into a girdle of yesteryear with all the fury and desperation of the Royal Welch Fusiliers at Bunker Hill, somehow...