Word: either
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Joining other senior Royal Air Force brass in a submachine-gun target match, Britain's sporting Chief of Air Staff Sir Dermot Boyle sprayed much lead to little avail, wound up 21st in an eagle-eyed field of 22 officers. He took his crushing defeat stoically: "Either I'm a very bad shot or there's a great deal of insubordination in the air force...
...haired Pianist Van Cliburn, 24, recently given to muttering about his mysterious true love, either unveiled the damsel herself or made a third party quite jealous. Stalked by a photographer for the London Evening News, Van was spotted strolling hand in hand with pretty, young (19) Tonina Dorati, daughter of the Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra's Conductor Antal Dorati, now also on a European tour. Earlier, Cliburn characterized his nameless heartthrob as "someone who thinks she's a musician-but she's not." By coincidence, Tonina plays the piano without distinction...
...that picture she never came within three feet of acting, either, but The Sheepman, a run-of-the-range western, took her out of saris and put her in Levi's, which did more for her figure. And in The Matchmaker she had a chance to be funny again, as a naive, man-shy milliner, and in Some Came Running, opposite Frank Sinatra, she came close to salvaging a silly story with her portrayal of a pigeontoed, sentimental, small-town trollop. Says Sinatra : "When the idea of casting her came up, I just about fell over, because...
...bullfights less than rapturous, indeed "shameful" (Loeb momentarily rode a young bull's head, broncobuster fashion, in the amateur frolic). On the last night of the festival, they stepped into an alley to slug it out. "I don't want to hit you," said Harold. "Me either," said Hemingway. The hairy-chested novelist saved his punch for The Sun Also Rises...
Novelist Wain's assets are a sharp eye for the social fads and furbelows of suburban England, a sharp ear for the mannered vulgarities of middle-class speech. What the book lacks is either the pulse beat of anger or the tart shivers of satirical laughter...