Word: cartwheel
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...most newsworthy brand of law practice, trial work, is also for the most part closed to women, with such notable exceptions as the gaudy Gladys Towles Root, currently appearing (in four-foot cartwheel hats and purple dresses) for the defense in the Sinatra kidnaping case. To most men-laymen and lawmen alike-women are physically unfitted for the grueling ordeals of trial work, and emotionally "too kind and forgiving." In reaction to male prejudice, until fairly recently many women attorneys dressed mannishly, cussed like troopers-and thereby forfeited one of their most potent weapons: feminine intuition and charm...
...they veered west, and Captain Lorraine's training plane suddenly vanished. At the same time, residents in the East German village of Vogelsberg, 50 miles from the West German border, heard machine-gun and cannon fire overhead. Seconds later, they saw the U.S. jet, one wing shot away, cartwheel to earth...
Cheerleaders cartwheel giddily across the grass and trumpets blare the notes of familiar fight songs. Undergrads guzzle brandy, nuzzle girl friends, nibble fingernails and lustily sing the praises of alma mater. Such are the sights and sounds of college football for most fans-but not for the pro scout. Cold-eyed and calm in the midst of it all, he perches in some remote corner of the stadium, clutching his notebook and pencil. His sound is the smack of leather meeting leather, and his sight is the glimpse of a crumpling block, a tooth-rattling tackle, or a precisely executed...
...Hunched low over her skis, cutting corners like a man, Betsy looked the fastest of the day as she shot out of the schuss. Then she hit the bump. The impact slammed her into Airplane's bank so hard that she caught an edge, arched through a double cartwheel, fell on a ski point and lay still...
...freshman's attitude toward the Harvard Union could be generalized into one word, that word would probably be "indifference." The solid building on Quincy Street serves his meals on cartwheel trays, houses his dances, and corrects his Gen. Ed. papers; but between these events only the click of billiard balls, the slap of a pingpong paddle, and a kitchenbroom's swish break a sluggish silence in the building. He ignores its pictures of old athletes on the walls, hangs campaign posters from mounted buffalo heads, and ties bibs around John Harvard's bust in the dining room...