Word: dashings
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Rare is the Briton who has not paused during a seaside holiday to dash off a "wish-you-were-here" note on one of those "naughty postcards." From Brighton and Blackpool, millions of the garishly colored cards are mailed each year with their fat ladies and skinny drunks, timid vicars and saucy tarts, bashful honeymooners and beery, bulb-nosed husbands, all with risqué captions. Since 1904, their creator, shy, retiring Donald McGill, turned out no fewer than 12,500 cards, and sold 200 million copies. In London, the "King of the Postcards" died at 87, and Britain last week...
...Every seat filled in New Lecture Hall (Lowell to those who don't understand); 1000 reported waiting outside. Tocsin types dash around looking vastly important. A janitor walks up to the microphone, intones "testing, one, two, three." The crowd applauds; one man shouts back "No Testing." Cheers. Marty Peretz walks in and out--some twenty times in five minutes. A small, restive block of freshmen in the balcony brandish furled umbrellas. An air of contained excitement and considerable expectation. The CRIMSON has infiltrated: at least 15 editors scattered throughout the hall. Faint rhythmic applause; let's get something started...
Chronicles of society always run the same risk. To be successful they must contain a wealth of imaginative surface detail; otherwise the fundamental emptiness of high society--its weary monotony and mindless glitter--loom oppressively. Nilsson fails to achieve any sort of dash or verve; he also cheats us by pretending to human insights where there are none...
...solid flesh. He is also a brave man who won several citations for heroism during his years as a New York cop. But he was outnumbered 20 to 1 by the troopers, some of them pretty husky too, and his scufflings with them were utterly futile, merely adding a dash of absurdity to the proceedings...
When the pair made their dash early one afternoon last week, Fechter's friend managed to climb the six-foot-high barrier and leap over the barbed wire on top. But Fechter paused for a few fatal seconds, long enough for the Grenzpolizei (border police) to raise their weapons and fire. Shot in the back by crossfire. Fechter fell back onto the death strip only 300 yds. from Checkpoint Charlie, the U.S. command post at the busy Friedrichstrasse border crossing...