Word: charcoaling
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Lesson is a real loser. Admittedly the repertory form limits expanse as well as expense, but a charcoal-black flap can make a pretty ugly stage. Still, everything in its place. The Lesson is a competent, funny production -- everything, in short, that its companion one-acter...
...scene was worthy of Daumier's pen. Discreetly dressed bourgeois bid ders hid all signs of buying fever, ex cept for a lady who offered $1,600 for a charcoal drawing, Buffoon and His Monkey, in a Landscape, then protested that she did not mean to get that one. The auctioneer rebuked her: "Madame, that's impossible. You've been bidding for five minutes and the object is right in front of you. I regret it, but it's yours...
Pantherlike, vain and arrogant, Othello first appears sniffing a rose. His skin is dark as charcoal, his bass-toned speech richly thickened in a kind of classic calypso rhythm. Rolling his r's and his hips, he swaggers into an epic drama of a husband's jealousy reinforced as the story of a black man married to a white woman...
...most drinkers are kidding themselves when they claim that they can taste the difference between competing brands of liquor. Moreover, though most people can taste the difference between Scotch and bourbon on the first drink, Bishop claims that most bourbon drinkers cannot distinguish between different types of bourbon (straight, charcoal-filtered, sour-mash) after the second drink. After the third, he says, they cannot tell bourbon from Canadian rye, and after the fourth they cannot distinguish bourbon from Scotch. After the fifth, presumably, they couldn't care less. Bishop also adds a note on something that many a hard...
...honor at last week's luncheon meeting of the Cleveland Touchdown Club seemed the soul of mild-mannered urbanity. He broke his rolls before he buttered them. He politely said nothing about the veal cutlet. He refolded his napkin neatly when he was through. He wore a charcoal herringbone suit, and he buttoned his vest all the way-so only his tailor knew for sure about those 17-inch biceps, that 46-inch chest and that 32-inch waist. But the banquet toastmaster was not fooled for a second. "Gentlemen," he firmly announced, "I give you Superman...