Word: capered
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...brain behind the big b.o. caper is Joseph E. (for Edward) Levine, 53, a onetime Boston newsboy who beat his way out of the slums by chasing a rapid dollar with indiscriminate energy. Salesman, shopkeeper, restaurantman, driving instructor, art-theater owner-Levine tried them all. Then he drifted into movie distributing, and his talent for what he calls the "big, big sell" began to pay off. It is a talent for recognizing the odd and often awful stuff that the public can stomach, buying it, and then peddling it behind a rolling barrage of ads and publicity gimmicks that have...
...least five of them: he served as a lieutenant warden in a Texas prison, a teacher among the Eskimos, a civil engineer in Yucatan, a couple of high school teachers. And in recent months, says Crichton, Demara has been working on what he gleefully calls "the biggest caper of them all"-for details, watch your local newspaper...
...mysterious telephone calls begins. A man's voice delivers a chilling message: "Remember you must die." Police investigate but uncover nothing; suggestions are made of mass hysteria. The plague spreads; old scoffers answer their phones, hear the message, but shut it out when they can, determined to caper out their danse macabre till they drop. At their best, which of course is their worst, they behave like characters somehow kept alive after the last page of a Waugh novel and unearthed 40 years later...
Adzhubei's appointment is no nepotistic caper. At 34 he is one of Russia's most talented journalists; as editor, he pumped readability into Komsomolskaya Pravda, the Communist youth organ, by ordering firsthand factual reporting on the Russian scene, crusading against erring officials (e.g., a garage manager who had wrongly fired a worker). He helped to push Komsomolskaya Pravda's circulation from 1.500,000 five years...
...diehard lamas from the Norbulingka, summer palace on the city's outskirts. Red infantrymen surged into the vast warrens of the Potala winter palace, rounded up defiant monks in narrow passages and dark rooms where flickering butter lamps made Tibet's grotesque gods and demons seem to caper on the walls. The corpses of hundreds of slain Lhasans lay in the streets and parks of the city, from the gutted medical college on Chakpori hill to the barricaded main avenue of Barkhor. Rifle fire and the hammer of machine guns rattled the windows of the Indian consulate general...