Word: clung
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...aided by General Motors (TIME, March 16). He had a $150,000 "air yacht," also the seagoing Krupp-built Carissima. He gave big parties, was said to have been one of the semi-mythical "Big 10" bull market operators, was reputedly worth $20,000,000. He never turned bear, clung to Los Angeles real estate. The Richfield crash dazed him, ruined his health. Friends fondly predicted he would soon stage a remarkable comeback. But last week they admitted that any comeback will be contingent upon his manner of answering the charges which have piled upon...
...situation was precisely that one which, so gloriously pictured in sporting fiction, is enacted so badly in most real sport events. Graber, a dark, handsome, nonchalant youth, clung to a bamboo pole painted green at the bottom, slightly longer and more springy than two others which he had brought with him from the Coast. A chipper young fellow, he had brought also a small red camera with which he expected his teammate Pete Chlentzos to take his picture when he set a new record. Chlentzos stood behind him now, patting the lower part of his back, repeating...
...upper ledge. A thorough cleaning nan, he swept it away. Down plunged sticks, straw and some squeaking nestlings. Down, too, with beak and talons at Victor Nave's face plunged the mother hawk, her mate hovering near with angry cries. Victor Nave, his face streaming blood, clung to the window ledge as the birds dashed at him again & again. At last he loosed his hold, steadied himself, bashed at one of the hawks with his squeegee, killed it. The other circled away, screaming angrily...
...Vagabond had a nickle which, being a shiftless wastrel, he immediately spent. Even in those bygone days he had a bit of the intellectual about him. None of those candy bars for him. That was throwing money away, so he bought a Post. Since then the habit has clung, to his embarrassment. When caught reading it he is wont to turn upon his accuser and answer, "Oh just, reading the Ads." It is the one lie he permits himself. Nevertheless there are some good stories, especially for this time of year. All about earnest young men, and clean souled, beautiful...
...leaped at Lois Miller, 4, who was playing in her family's front yard. Lois screamed so loudly that neighbors came running from a block away. She tripped and fell. The mad rodent was savagely biting her scalp, her hands, her arms. When she got up it still clung to her by its teeth, embedded deep in her flesh...