Word: clutchings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Even though Mullin defeated Laris for the first time in 11 tries, the Crimson still would not have won without the clutch efforts of captain Jed Fitzgerald, Fred Howard, Greg Baldwin, Ed Hamlin, and a host of others...
Grinning like Peck's Bad Boy, Khrushchev banged his fists during U.S. Delegate James Wadsworth's speech opposing the admission of Red China. He found time for tea and cookies with Eleanor Roosevelt, played host to a clutch of Algerian rebel leaders and gave their regime de facto recognition. He put a figurative arm around everyone in sight, from Nehru to Sukarno, and whirled into and out of receptions given by half a dozen small countries. His most bewildering display was at a big shindig in the Soviet Union's Park Avenue mansion, where Khrushchev greeted...
...years ago. he began teaching at Hoover High, which then had a clutch of reluctant biology students. Cassell changed that: his love for wild animals attracted live students. Every weekend, he took his students into the desert and mountains to camp, trap and study. Entire classes soon went along at their own expense. Cassell's students began winning top rank at science fairs for inventing insecticides, studying cholesterol and other such matters...
...Paris. Last week, with the hospital finally finished, a clutch of Russian dignitaries headed by Soviet Health Minister S. V. Kurashov showed up in Pnompenh for the dedication ceremonies. Plainly aware that only a week earlier Sihanouk had jailed 16 top Cambodian Communists for "working in liaison with foreigners," Minister Kurashov tried to play it cool. As a Cambodian army band emphasized its neutrality by alternating U.S. jazz with Russian lullabies, Kurashov brought Nikita Khrushchev's personal assurances that "the Soviet Union never interferes in the internal affairs of other nations. We are your true and trusted friend...
...Angel Wore Red (Titanus-Specta-tor; MGM) is a turbid Kleenex-sopper about an unfrocked priest (Dirk Bogarde) and a cabaret girl (Ava Gardner) who is frocked, but just barely. Bogarde and Gardner fall into intimate clutch during one of the first air raids of the Spanish Civil War. That very morning Bogarde had left the church because its hierarchy sympathized with Francisco Franco's rebels. But after the raid, in the kind of irony that cuts like a rubber dagger, he is hunted down by a mob of enraged Loyalists who have convinced themselves that the city...