Word: gushing
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...down Italy's long spine. TIME Correspondent Emmet Hughes cabled from Naples: "In a café on the Via Medina, I asked the sad, round-faced proprietor behind the marble counter how afraid he was. His stubbly chin trembled and the watery blue eyes seemed ready to gush tears as he said, 'Of course I'm afraid. How many Italians have to die? You Americans killed some. The Germans killed others. Now it seems we're going to kill each other. We've got poverty. We've got hunger. Must we have...
...According to your statement of Clark Lee, made in his new book, the Army doctor asked who had moved Tojo . . . causing blood to gush from his wounds [TIME, June 16]. The Army doctor mentioned in this article asked no such question. Blood had not gushed from Tojo's wound. Neither did that doctor commend the gentlemen of the press for moving Tojo, nor did he make such an erroneous statement as, "If that blood hadn't drained out, it would have filled his lungs and drowned him." Nothing could have been further from the truth...
...doctor brusquely asked who had moved Tojo from his chair to a cot, causing blood to gush from his wounds. Several newsmen owned up, a little proudly, to their contribution to the war effort. Nice going, said the doctor. "If that blood hadn't drained out, it would have filled his lungs and drowned him." Instead of killing Tojo, the correspondents had saved him for the war-crime trial which was in its second year last week...
...scientists discovered that atoms are made up of smaller particles, including the notorious neutron, which can slip into an atom's nucleus. Once Dr. Hecht has the reader aware of neutrons, he finds it easy to explain how some atoms can be disrupted by neutron infiltration, loosing a gush of energy...
...well-spread, middle-aged (at 47) spinster, who dresses in "basic dark blue" sacks (designed by Nicole de Paris) and replies to almost any statement by clasping her hands, pursing her lips, blinking her eyes and exclaiming: "Goodness!" But Mary Margaret is a brilliant interviewer. With a well-controlled gush she can "soften up" almost anyone to just the sticky consistency her listeners love. She does it with an air of dithery, appreciative interest that soon has most guests babbling as if they had known her for years. Once she had Jimmy Durante telling such pitiable stories about his youth...