Word: hopscotches
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...close together. Her teeth are pretty scarce. How can the lady resist? Certainly a lot of moviegoers will not be able to. Evelyn Rudie is the most fetching representation of daddy's darling that Hollywood has come up with since Margaret O'Brien retired undefeated as hopscotch champion of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer, and does she ever know how to steal a scene! In fact, she steals the picture...
...reach a peak by mid-August (as in 1953's severe season) and then recede. Or it may come from behind and keep racing ahead into late September-as happened in 1952, one of the two worst polio years in U.S. history. Then, too, the disease usually plays hopscotch across the map. One year it will be most prevalent in the northern Midwest, only to hit the Northeast or the Pacific Coast with special force the next. Polio may be concentrated in big cities as was the case in 1916's epidemic (the other contender for all-time...
ONLY FADE AWAY, by Bruce Marshall (303 pp.; Houghton Mifflin; $3.50), shows how an Episcopal Scotsman can hopscotch his engaging way through a comic novel as if he were the hero of a minor Greek tragedy. The hero is Strang Nairne Methuen. As a young lieutenant, he is full of wide-eyed piety, but a shapely dish can stir up his belief in "tart for tart's sake." As a brigadier, he wears a monocle, but is intelligent enough to look at the world with both eyes open. His nemesis takes the repulsive form of Claude Hermiston, a bully...
...mesa in New Mexico. "It is as though the country without castles, moats and drawbridges were making up for its lack of middle ages; a town of 10,000 inhabitants behind a wall protected by electric eyes." He notes that the children of Los Alamos play a kind of hopscotch over chalked squares identified as "radioactive" or "contaminated." At the Hanford Plutonium Works in Richland, Wash., he seeks out the red-staked " 'burial grounds' in which radioactive refuse is interred," adding quite correctly that such cemeteries will be an ever-growing hazard to mankind through succeeding generations...
...generations, the sidewalks in front of saloons in Britain's industrial districts have been thronged with children playing melancholy hopscotch while parents, too poor for baby sitters, downed a pint or two behind the swinging doors. (" 'Ere, luv, you play outside 'ere, there's a good girl. Dads and me'll be out in a shake.") In recent years, some enterprising pub keepers have provided waiting rooms to keep the kids out of the cold, but even these fail to make waiting for Mum and Dads a cheerful affair...