Word: bustingly
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...looked steadfastly at him. 'It is the President, I vow,' said he to himself, and instinctively taking off his hat. he gave three loud and hearty cheers, and drove off, leaving the President unanswered and astonished.'' What Stuart produced from these sittings was a bust portrait on wood. The painting used for this week's cover (oil on canvas, 40¼ in. by 32 in.) is one of Stuart's famed replicas that he did from his originals for the plain purpose of making money (perpetually in financial trouble, Stuart fled England...
...trail leads to Rome, where the actor's favorite director (Edward G. Robinson) has summoned him to play a bit part. But his boom companion is not really his bust friend. When the actor arrives in Rome he finds the part, if there ever was one, gone. Jolted, he pulls himself together and takes a modest job in the dubbing room. But all at once the screenqueen (Cyd Charisse) who drove him to distraction and destruction turns up in his hotel and starts tormenting him again. Desperate, he soothes his shattered nerves with a dose of nature...
...rate $2,240,000 that the academy is now willing to settle for. Prime Minister Macmillan thereupon announced that the government would pay the difference. The charcoal drawing thus just misses topping the price of the most expensive oil painting ever sold−Rembrandt's Aristotle Contemplating the Bust of Homer, which Manhattan's Metropolitan Museum of Art bought for $2,300,000 at auction last fall...
HAROLDS CLUB OR BUST! read signs plastered all over the U.S. West, luring millions of Americans to the biggest gambling joint in Reno. So profitable was the lavish emporium of slot machines, roulette, and blackjack tables that the original outlay of $600 by its owners, a thrifty family of Vermonters named Smith, paid off $16,675,000 when they sold last week to a Manhattan syndicate. Still spinning the club's wheel of chance as manager: Harold S. Smith, son of the founder and author of an autobiography aptly titled I Want to Quit Winners...
...reality her yielding shell contains a hard-boiled yolk of mercenary ambition, she must serve up her garnished egg at the table of male delectation, all a-shake and atremble with soft-boiled, running-over compliance. It means that the stress must insistently be on the symbols of femininity: bust, bum, legs, lips...