Word: cracked
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...need every bit of his suavity to answer the challenge-for the colonel is a lady. She is, in fact, Lieut. Colonel Ruth Briggs, 55, a much-bemedaled, widely experienced veteran of 20 years in the WACs, who was enticed out of retirement by Governor Chafee to take a crack at Socialite Pell, 47. Colonel Briggs, her hair swept back from the forehead and braided on top as it has been for the past 20 years, has been lambasting Pell for weeks, touring factories and stores with a firm handshake, steady blue eyes and a brisk "I'm Colonel...
...pretty sight. He is a scared little man who compensates his fear with dreary little vices. As he gets the financial picture, his watery eyes gleam with greed, and he assumes a proprietary air. When Pina leaves the room, he arrogantly rearranges some furniture, carelessly cracks a glass lampshade, slyly turns the crack to the wall...
Jehovah in Granite. Unexpectedly unearthed in 1952, nine years after her death, the manuscript was written in a secret cipher that bright little Beatrix devised herself. The cipher took six years to crack, but Potterites fearful of unsettling revelations in the Journal can relax. What it contains is an always dutiful, occasionally delightful collection of anecdote, travelogue, history and plain gossip. What it shows, in text and illustration, is how Beatrix, bored and desperate in a self-imposed isolation, beat at the bars of her confinement with nothing more than a quill pen and a palette of paints...
...saying I was saying," mumbled John Lennon. For a Beatle, that was an apology. John and his three shaggy sidekicks flew into Chicago to open their 18-day U.S. tour, more than a little apprehensive over their reception after the fuss kicked up by John's crack that the Beatles were bigger than Jesus. "We've got to go to America to get beaten up," moaned George Harrison as they left London. Now John was trying to smooth things over. "I never meant it as a lousy irreligious thing. I'm sorry," he continued contritely. "He really...
...Backward ran sentences until reeled the mind." Our sentences no longer run backward (or hardly ever), but the spoofs continue. More recently, The New Yorker commented on our occasional tendency to use active, colorful verbs, and claimed that people in our pages always "groan, coo, snarl, taunt, thunder, chortle, crack, intone, growl, drawl," etc. The same article suggested that the reason for TIME'S liveliness can be found in the masthead, which lists dozens of female researchers whose "pulse-quickening" presence "peps up TIME'S denizens." TIME'S masthead also fascinated Playwright William Saroyan...