Word: herded
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...will still have to prove its right to the title Jan. 1 in the Cotton Bowl, perhaps against No. 2-ranked Navy and brilliant Quarterback Roger Staubach. And that could be the game of this or any year-defense v. offense, running v. passing, Royal's thundering herd v. the Middies' one-man gang...
...fighting for "a set of moral standards," pledging to stick up for the human world in which he was a bumbling failure. At the end of the play, the audience should be relieved and tired--relieved that they, like Berenger, didn't grow horns, and tired from fighting the herd along with him. They aren't, for Barend fails to communicate; his delivery is slurred and his funny lines dribble out like sap from a rubber tree. He plays a weak foil to a fine supporting cast, and is nearly forgotten in his scenes with Jean, Daisy, and M. Dudard...
...depot, and a couple of hundred square miles of the Mesa Verde. "I'm gonnna leave most of it to the nation for a park," he says. The only thing G.W. can't rule is his missus, Maureen O'Hara, who keeps bolting out of the herd and heading East, where she picks up the notion that she wants a divorce. Mesa Verde's social horizons seem limited, since the highlight of the season is apt to be a free-for-all that ends with half the territory slugging it out hip-deep in a mudhole...
...plays football just to keep in shape for track. Minutes later the Mustangs got another and jumped into the lead, 26-25. Now it was Staubach's turn again. Circling right end, he picked up 11 yds. and ran head first into a herd of Mustangs. Slowly, the tacklers unpiled-and a gasp went up from the stands. There lay Staubach, stunned, on the ground...
Over a bottle of sour mash with Houseboy Paco, McCanless succumbs to a vision. That ventilated cow out in the barn, Old Blue-she is actually a vast, milling herd of white-faced steers. Like a latter-day Don Quixote, McCanless lays out his inspired plan to Paco: "We grass-fatten the herd on the trail, and then we sell it at top market. And when it's all over . . . we'll buy each of us a scarlet sweetheart and honky-tonk our tails...