Word: fellowed
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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Just about everything was the way Frank Boykin wanted it-lovable and liquid. The Vice President of the U.S., his wit gracious and his stories mellow, was master of ceremonies. Republicans and Democrats got up to tell what a fine fellow easygoing Sam Rayburn is, which came easy, for most of them think he is. Sixty-four-year-old Frank Boykin, a steam-engine of a man with a 50-inch chest, was somewhat awed by what he had wrought. "Here we have the representatives of all the good people of the world," said he. "I have counted...
Stefan, a 54-year-old ornamental ironworker, was luckier than most of his fellow D.P.s: he had relatives in the U.S. His brother Martin runs a bar in Omaha and cousin Karl Stefan is a Republican Congressman from Nebraska. When he got to Omaha, brother Martin took him in and provided for him and his daughter. Last month his luck was even better-the Omaha Steel Wrorks needed an ornamental ironworker and Stefan...
When the town began to resound with rumors that somebody was trying to cover up the crime, the sheriff secretly jailed a fellow who had been drinking with Cricket on the night of her disappearance. The man was one of his own friends, beefy, crop-haired Jerry Nuzum, a professional football player for the Pittsburgh Steelers. For three days no word of the arrest leaked...
...years ago, on "Appling Day" in Chicago, his fellow players gave him a watch inscribed: "To Old Aches & Pains-from the Boys." Luke spends an hour or so on the rubbing table before every game. He had no injuries and few complaints in 1942 and his batting average that year skidded to a feeble .262. Next year his aches & pains, real and imaginary, were up to standard and his average soared to .328. Trying to explain his hypochondria, Luke says: "You get a little thing here & there, up & down, something that don't look so bad at first...
Rope of Sand (Paramount) is Hollywood's flowery way of describing the prohibited desert area surrounding a fabulous South African diamond mining concession. Mounting guard on the diamonds are a shrewd, sadistic police chief (Paul Henreid), and his boss (Claude Rains), an elegant, cynical fellow who plays with human lives like a petulant puppet master. With the help of a luscious French trollop (Corinne Calvet), the two men are bent on frustrating the aims of a hulking American hunting guide (Burt Lancaster) who feels that he has earned the right to walk off with some of their precious pebbles...