Word: cornered
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...first day's battle bulletins teemed with false reports of victory, including the claim of 86 Israeli planes shot down. At each fresh bit of wishful reporting, the Cairo mobs that were gathered around transistor radios on every street corner erupted in excited yells and jubilant dances. They chanted such ditties as "We shall fight, we shall fight, our beloved Nasser; we are behind you to Tel Aviv...
...Perfect Rose. In The New Yorker, she signed her book reviews, "Constant Reader." As a critic, she was really a constant housekeeper, tidying up after messy writers, but humming impudently as she went about her business. She could tweak A. A. Milne's The House at Pooh Corner in one line...
...before could you drop by a record store and find racks of psychedelic records, by groups like the Mothers of Invention and the Grateful Dead. Never before could you go down to The Boston Tea Party (get the name) and see the show and watch it happen in the corner. And more than that, never before could you eat at the Freshman Union and hear them talking grass right there in the open...
...darn thing was still going by then, I figured Parnelli had won." Then came Lap 197. Just eight miles from the finish, a $6 ball bearing failed inside Jones's gearbox. Into the pits went Parnelli, and into the lead went Foyt. Victory was just around the corner. Or disaster. Sweeping through the last turn and into the main straightaway, Foyt was only yards from the checkered flag when the track in front of him was suddenly filled with fishtailing racers and flying tires. Five cars had cracked up, and Foyt's Coyote was sixth in line. Somehow...
...Caprice, Doris plays a cosmetics consultant whose specialty is industrial espionage-"A spy," she claims, "who came in from the cold cream." As millions of moviegoers now know, when Doris starts crinkling her freckles and batting her luxurious spurious eyelashes, a male star is just around the corner. This time it is Richard Harris, a conversation-bugging double agent whose talent consists of electronic gimmickry and histrionic mimicry (principally of Richard Burton). The deodorant and hairspray espionage is supposed to concern itself with the sweet success of smell. But along the line it develops that Interpol is also involved. Someone...