Word: cluck
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...your editorial policy will be tempered by my remembering your respectful gesture to T. H. White [Jan. 24]. Thank you for writing so well of one who wrote so well. And thank you for placing him where he truly belonged: The World. ALLISON HILL ROULSTON New York City A Cluck & A Cackle...
...rest of the ladies are brought into the business mainly to give afternoon audiences something to cluck over. Shelley Winters carries on a dalliance with a little-theater director mainly to escape the boredom of life with her lummox of a husband. Claire Bloom, a nymphoholic divorcee, goes for delivery boys and straight gin. Only Glynis Johns and John Dehner, as a sort of artsy-daftsy fun couple, manage to bring a whiff of fresh air to the otherwise musky proceedings. While declaiming "I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion" into a tape recorder one afternoon...
...thousands. If a customer orders a dress or a suit that has already been bought by another, Nona and Sophie mention the fact. If the customer still wants it (and if the earlier buyer is Jackie, she nearly always does), she can have it. Nona and Sophie still cluck with dismay about the time last fall when Mrs. Paley, a woman who should know better, swept into the White House dressed in a Chez Ninon special, and then suffered the supreme embarrassment: there was Jackie in the identical dress. Sighs Sophie: "Jackie was a good sport about the whole thing...
...life. They have a built-in death wish that makes them roll over and die at a point where most other animals would be fighting for life." As for chicken bones, cats can handle them better than dogs can. Baths, another idea that makes old-fashioned cat keepers cluck with horror, not only help a cat with the endless job of keeping clean but also minimize the problem of "hair ball"-a nugget of hair that forms in the stomach as the result of all that licking and preening...
...years ago. Rain drums like a dirge on the crumbling ruins of the great temple gate called Rashomon in Kyoto. Huddling in its shadows are three birds of strange omen-a Buddhist priest, a simple woodcutter (Akim Tamiroff) and a cynical wigmaker (Oscar Homolka)-who croak and cluck chorus-fashion about a hideous crime and the baffling trial testimony that followed...