Word: eating
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...locusts, countless millions of them, spawned in areas of Algeria where the civil war had slackened normal spray control. They descended on scores of tiny oases in Tunisia's date-and-olive country. With horrified fascination Tunisians watched them swarm over the ground, in a matter of hours eat every green thing in sight, and then disappear into the hearts of the date palms, thereby dooming the trees...
...buxom lady cure taker explained Vichy's thriving business as well as the philosophy that keeps all the spas going: "Three weeks here in the summer and I can eat what I like the rest of the year...
Stalking into a Los Angeles court in a Let-Them-Eat-Stanislavsky mood, torn-T-shirt-school Cinemactor Anthony Franciosa ground his teeth and glowered while a deputy city attorney recounted his misdeeds. Franciosa fractured the peace two months ago when, according to the lawman, he place-kicked a press photographer who was trying to snap him with his then great and good friend (now wife) shock-haired Cinemactress Shelley Winters. "It would not have been seemly to have had my picture taken with Miss Winters. I was still married," Franciosa explained after the fracas. When the prosecutor demanded that...
...York World, put Harriet to work as a columnist. It was a good pick. She had written brilliant copy for her own cream, and she did even better campaigning against the wasp waist and for shorter skirts, and announcing that yes, it was very wrong to eat peas off a knife. Perhaps gallant General Grubb might have conceded that, regardless of who won the Civil War, American women won the peace. Harriet Hubbard Ayer fought to the last man and had the final victory of picking up poor old Bert Ayer's unpaid tabs before he died. And. some...
Sweet Smell of Success (Hecht, Hill and Lancaster; United Artists) is a high-tension jolt into the rat-eat-rat, rat-tat-tattle world of a monstrous Broadway columnist (Burt Lancaster) and his favorite hatchetman (Tony Curtis), a pressagent who has swapped his soul for a mess of items. No self-respecting vulture would be caught in the company of these carrion slingers. Says Curtis the flack of Lancaster the gossipist: "You got him for a friend; you don't need an enemy!" Says Burt to Tony: "I'd hate to take a bite...