Word: cordingly
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...Your excellent article, ". . . And Now a Word about Commercials" [July 12], suffers from one serious omission. It does not mention a device known to the fraternity of electricians as the "blab-off." This consists of an electric cord of any length, with an on-off switch at one end, the other attached to the speaker in the set. With it you can turn off the sound as you wish, while the picture continues. Any electrician will install this thing for a trifling fee. The viewer then need not pay to the sponsor the "heavy tribute" of listening to commercials...
...outdone by Moth, Longaville, when it comes time to read his sonnet, picks up the hand-mike and turns the poem into a rock 'n' roll number with off-stage singers and orchestra. Following suit, Dumaine, flipping the microphone cord like a boa, caresses himself and gyrates as he belts out his rock sonnet while the other men provide a snap-fingered accompaniment--a number that deservedly stops the show...
...hall with the reds, blues, purples and whites of ancient aristocrats memorialized in stained glass above the heads of their descendants. The lords milled about, unaccustomed to the crush. The confusion became so great that at one point Lord Salisbury, 74, struggling to his feet, got tangled in the cord of his hearing aid and nearly fell to the carpet. Lord Byers, his debating opponent, remarked solicitously: "I do hope the noble lord has not hanged himself...
...says don't make it hard for us or you're gonna get hurt. We do not move. We want to make it clear that the police had to step over more chairs to get our people out. They pull us apart and carry us out, stacking us like cord wood under a tree. The press is here so we are not beaten. As I sit under the tree I can see kids looking down at us from every window in the building. We exchange the "V" sign.. The police will have to ax every door to get them...
...stick of dynamite," recalled one aide. "It sounded like a firecracker, and I thought it was a pretty poor joke," said another. All of the aides hit the deck. The heavy-caliber bullet smashed through King's neck, exploded against his lower right jaw, severing his spinal cord and slamming him away from the rail, up against the wall, with hands drawn tautly toward his head. "Oh Lord!" moaned one of his lieutenants as he saw the blood flowing over King's white, button-down shirt...