Word: fallen
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...said Goldstein, seeking to prove with a blizzard of figures, algebraic formulae and four charts that could have been rainfall maps of the Pentagon that Clark had jockeyed his own songs and those in which he had no financial interest with fine impartiality. But the chips, obviously, had fallen into Clark's pockets...
Maxwell and Florence Rogers were sitting in their kitchen in Tampa. Fla. when a youngster rushed in yelling that the car had fallen on Charles (Mrs. Rogers' son by a former marriage). Husband and wife dashed out to the yard where Charles Trotter, 16, had blocked the front wheels and jacked up the rear of their 1954 Ford Ranch Wagon to work on the universal joints. The bumper jack had slipped, and Charles's right leg was pinned between the car body and the driveshaft...
Luckily, there is plenty of action to occupy the eye; the girls have a close shave every few minutes. Kicked out of town by the Germans, who don't like to be reminded by their presence of the partisans' power, the fallen women take to the woods, filch food from farmhouses, steal boots and guns from dead Germans, shoot two Home Guards who try to rape them, ambush a Wehrmacht reprisal party, and finally join the same band of partisans that had punished them. Happy ending? Not with 70 minutes still to go. "I must warn...
Adams' column, "The Conning Tower," provided a varied diet of puns, epigrams, wry humor, and observations on man's minor imperfections and the minutiae of life. His sharp eye surveyed the theater: Helen Hayes, he observed, after seeing her coy performance in Caesar and Cleopatra, suffered from "fallen archness." He rewrote razor-blade ads ("Ask the man who hones one"), and punctured politicians ("When candidates appeal to 'Every-intelligent voter' they mean everybody who is going to vote for them"). He drafted fond couplets to his young sons...
...with even more fantastic fictions. His accounts of prodigious sexual exploits seem to have been less Frank than Harris. Now, 70 years after Harris rocketed to fame in London, British Author Vincent Brome has recovered a nose cone of truth from the oblivion into which Harris' reputation has fallen. It is a brisk and entertaining book in which Biographer Brome wisely leaves judgment to the men who knew him best-Max Beerbohm, Oscar Wilde, Bernard Shaw...