Word: flicks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wonder the Bull could flick his tail at recession. The 1958 market kept climbing, not a bit disturbed by threats of war in Lebanon and Quemoy, and bad corporate news that showed a 30.5% drop in six-month earnings. The new investors were looking at other values. As steel dropped to 47.1% of capacity in April, Bethlehem Steel, the No. 2 producer, failed by 8? to make its 60? first-quarter dividend. But Bethlehem confidently paid the dividend, and the stock climbed 5⅛ points...
...shot. Moments later, with the ball in his hands once again, he started to turn for a hook shot. Hit hard by an N.Y.U. player, he fell heavily to the court, but on the way down he somehow managed to arch the ball toward the basket with a flick of his powerful wrists. As he lay flat on his back, Cincinnati's Oscar Robertson watched the ball drop through the hoop. His expression was casual, as if he had expected it all along. The 14,587 spectators in New York's Madison Square Garden, who had expected...
...suffusing over me, I knew instinctively that it would be one of those nights. Wandering homeless and uncared for through the great city, a tragic victim of the carniverous academic world, I would shuffle from place to place, window to window, and finally wind up at a French sex flick. I was, as usual, correct...
...middle-aged hero (Robert Shafer) is that most pitiable of men, a Washington Senators fan. An offhand mention that he would sell his soul for a long-ball hitter brings on Ray Walston, a crewcut, button-down Screwtape always willing to oblige. With a flick of the wrist, Walston turns paunchy Rooter Shafer into spring-legged, muscular Tab Hunter. Despite the fact that Actor Hunter holds a bat as if it were a canoe paddle, he hits .524 and steals 976 bases as the Senators roar in pursuit of the Yankees...
...crowd. "Kill the bloody spades!" shrieked a 15-year-old Teddy boy. Others took up the cry-but it changed to "Kill the bloody coppers!" as truncheon-flailing police surged into the mob. Dozens were arrested and police stations stacked up piles of bicycle chains and tire irons, flick knives and nail-studded belts taken from the rioters. "It's become a teen-age sport," said the officer in charge of West London night operations...