Word: gulp
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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PREACHING ECONOMY. "Theology books used to be about $4.95," says the Rev. James Butler, 59, of the First Presbyterian Church in Bismarck, N. Dak. "Now they are $7, $8 or $10. You have to gulp before you buy." Because collections have not kept pace with inflation, Butler has been forced to cut the church's projects and staff to a minimum. When the parsonage fell into disrepair, the Butlers themselves repainted it and pasted up new wallpaper. "The estimates from contractors were just too high," recalls Mrs. Butler. "We didn't want the church to have...
Beer is rugby's battle cry, social lubricant and anesthetic. It replaces the breakfast missed by hitting the road at 6:30 a.m., the Gatorade other athletes would gulp over halftime strategy sessions and, for Harvard's "A" ruggers, lunch...
Golden-Oldies. On ABC in recent months, a viewer could renew acquaintance with all kinds of golden-oldie situations. There was Kirk Douglas playing a worm turned psychopathic killer in Mousey; Robert Gulp as a bourgeois daddy forced to defend suburban hearth and home from a predatory adolescent gang in Outrage; Gulp again as one of a group of men who must work while their women anxiously wait in Houston, We 've Got a Problem (namely a space shot gone awry); Gloria Swanson doing a dotty old lady thing with her friends the Killer Bees; Natalie Wood and Robert...
...realize. Even as the old salts befriend the prisoner, take off his handcuffs and teach him to be tough and manly, they can't reach him. The klepto is too used to stealing affection and cowering with it: the gruff backslaps only make him smile a dreamy and faraway gulp that's almost the choke of a sob. Randy Quaid's performance catches the whippedcur look perfectly, shoulders hunched and forlorn...
...sweat, eagerly swung the container off his back and took from his pocket a small cup, on which he blew to remove any dust that may have accumulated, and then dipped it into the urn. It was chicha. The padre took the glass and downed the chicha in a gulp. The taste of the liquor in my mouth turned my stomach, but there was no escaping it. El amigo del padre has to join in too if he did not want to be rude. So I took the glass, spilled a little out in the customary Quechua gesture of thanks...