Word: girling
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...During these last few days, when our beloved and only child married the girl he loves [Paul Robeson Jr., who went to school in Russia, married a white girl], I have taken the crucial beating at the hands of my fellow countrymen. Some of them collected in the street to boo my children, whom they did not even know. The natural thing for people to do when they see a newly married pair is to smile indulgently, vaguely wish them well. These people were wishing my children evil...
...ladder: runner, board boy, bond salesman-and then I was fired"). A script he wrote for Mimic Eddie Garr gave him a start in radio. Then he began satirizing Tin Pan Alley songs at private parties and convulsed Connoisseurs Groucho Marx and Danny Kaye with such numbers as The Girl With the Three Blue Eyes and I Looked Under a Rock and Found...
...reasonable degree of exposure of her pulchritudinous assets . . ." As a sample of its discretion under the new charter, the studio pictured the assets of the first signee, honey-blonde Starlet Peggie Castle, 21, of Appalachia, Va. A spokesman solemnly pledged that no U-I shutters would snap "if a girl doesn't have a figure that would do us any good-or do her any good either...
...Papa Monetti's free-wheeling banking practices, the oldest brother (well played by Luther Adler) fixes it so that Conte gets a seven-year stretch in prison for trying to bribe the jury. The rest of the plot, including Conte's sultry romance with a rich play girl (Susan Hayward), is routine...
...bale of mistresses and drowned his talent in gallons of Canadian Club. Through almost the whole of this novel, Hero Baxter is at odds with himself, is in constant danger of being unable to keep his seat on a barstool, or is busy escaping the hot clutches of girl friends and trollops. Through it all, Baxter permits the reader to share his every picayune thought and gesture, e.g., "He dropped the match. It fell-thhhh-into the cuspidor...