Word: gotcha
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...saccharine script of interpolated commentary ("You're gonna hear the truth, 'cause that's all the blues is"). But when she is allowed to sing, as in Empty Bed Blues, she belts out some familiar and gutty reflections: "Let me warn you/If you've gotcha some good lovin'/Don't be a fool and go and spread the news...
...hotly contested shinny game yesterday, a combined PBH team consisting of youngsters from 10 to 12 from wards 13, 64, and 85, soundly trounced an ineffectual Business School six, 23 to 2. Commented I. Gotcha, Business School manager after the game, when asked to account for the loss, "it was simple, we smell...
...Gotcha. His ground well prepared in advance, Subcommittee Counsel William E. Gerber of Memphis, a tough-looking, cigar-chewing product of the Crump machine, started digging for the kind of pay dirt that makes headlines. Presenting President C. Melvin Sharpe of the District board of education with a stack of papers and statistics he had not had a chance to read, Gerber started firing leading questions (and got his witness so befuddled that he once stated he agreed with Gerber's "testimony"), finally pried out an admission that "present events indicate if we had been more moderate we would...
Five Hundred Prayers. Across the Tiber, the fourth river, Johnston recorded the welcome of liberated Rome. Pope Pius gave an audience to the Allied press, but what impressed Johnston were the shouts of the cameramen: "Hold it, Pope, we gotcha ..." A Scottish pipe band marched into St. Peter's Square, bent-in the words of the pipe major-on "gieing Popie a blaw." The Pope was delighted, says Orangeman Johnston, but "all the same, they might have picked on a more suitable tune than Lillibulero...
...posse had grabbed a victim by the boot and was hauling him out from under the bed. Paying me no attention, the vigilantes did their man in with no mercy at all. He was riddled with at least a hundred bullets to the tune of "bang . . . bang . . . bang ... I gotcha ... I gotcha ..." I thought the cowboy had been finished off, but he staggered to his feet, jerked loose and dashed for the stairs and freedom in the backyard. The chase was on again - this time outside...