Word: cheekes
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...gets buried alive, while Boris Karloff, in a minor role, eyes his former gloom-mates and a dose of poison with equal distaste. "When I was young," Karloff grumbles, "we knew how to live." They also knew how to die - back in the days when a tongue in the cheek was soon pickled in brine...
...elite combat officer. A South Carolina native, he attended The Citadel for a year, switched to West Point and graduated in 1936. Westmoreland was first captain during his senior year, Sunday-school teacher to the faculty children, and apparently something of a ladies' man. His left cheek bore a scar from a boyhood automobile accident, but Westmoreland did not discourage the idea among the local girls that he acquired the wound in a duel...
...vigor, vitality and cheek repel me," she said in one of her rare fits of humility. "I am the kind of woman I would run from." In 84 years of almost constant exercise, Nancy Aster's acerbic tongue and quixotic heart led many to agree with her self-estimate. As Britain's leading feminist, best-known hostess, and fulltime gadfly, she herself was criticized, denounced and derided during much of her life, but all her foes in chorus could not have insulted so many people of high and low station so joyously as Lady Astor...
...repeating his stage role as a former President, a tough old war horse who is dying of cancer but savors a final taste of power as two party hopefuls battle to win his support. "There is nothing like a dirty, lowdown political fight to put the roses in your cheeks," snaps Tracy with cantankerous glee. The candidates before him are Cliff Robertson, a cutthroat crusader who adapts his convictions to the latest Gallup surveys, and Henry Fonda, the idealistic egghead. Fonda lacks the cheek, magnetism, and driving ambition to make his bid for high office seem more than perfunctory. Thus...
...rootless can never be happy: "It was the kind of place where the houses stand cheek by jowl, all of them built twenty years ago, and parked beside each was a car that seemed more substantial than the house itself, as if this were a fragment of some nomadic culture. And it was a kind of spawning ground, a place for bearing and raising the young and for nothing else-for who would ever come back to Maple Dell...