Word: buttes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...head, the terrified stranger is forced to draw back the blanket covering the corpses-and discovers that his "victims" were nothing more than three inflated wineskins that had been tied to his doorpost. Everyone but the stranger has a good chuckle as he learns that he has been the butt of the town's annual Festival of Laughter...
...snatchers of Naples are called scugnizzi, from scugnare, which means to spin like a top. Aged anywhere from six to 20, they live in the streets, watching each other with hard, wary eyes, and working whenever they can-as lookouts for burglars, messengers for black marketeers and smugglers, cigarette-butt snipers* and racketeers of all kinds. On any night there may be thousands of them on the prowl. When the police catch them redhanded, they serve a term in the reformatory, or are taken home to their parents (if any) and are back on the streets again next...
Most Texans blame sheer envy for the fact that in recent years Texas has come to rank well ahead of mothers-in-law as a butt for U.S. humorists. Last week in the Dallas News wry Columnist Paul Crume offered another explanation: "Texas is the only thing left in the U.S. strong enough to stand being laughed...
...Your Butt. On the third day the winds were even worse. Scores soared like kites. Venturi finished the first nine in a dreadful 40. "There he blows!" murmured a spectator, and most of the crowd agreed. Then Middlecoff went out in a brisk 35 to take the lead. Venturi murmured to himself: "Boy, you've got to get off your butt and go." Result of the new "go": he shot three successive birdies (the 13th through 18th) and came home through the back nine in 35. Middlecoff, meanwhile, ran into poor luck. His eyes were swollen from hay fever...
...filled with what really is or had a taste of pure and abiding pleasure. Like brute beasts, they look ever downwards, and feed stooping over the ground and poking their noses into their tables, cropping and coupling; and to get more and more of these things they kick and butt with iron horns and hooves and kill one another because of their insatiate desire, since they fail either to satisfy with real things the real part of themselves, or to fill up that vessel, their body...