Word: kneeing
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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They wore knee-length linen dresses, white pumps and pearls instead of blue jeans, T shirts and sandals. When upset, they exclaimed only "Oh, heavens!" or "Darn it!" They called themselves ladies as often as they said women, and they sometimes said hero when they meant heroine. They were, in short, Republicans, not Democrats. But for all their modesty of style and rhetoric, they had unexpected influence. 'I'm a Democrat," said Betty Friedan, who was observing the proceedings for McCall's, "but the emergence of women at this convention may be more important than what...
...some, adversity has proved the mother of equality. One gaily forlorn crack: "Glad I knew you when you had money." Recalls George Spohrer, a leading lawyer in Wilkes-Barre: "It was back in the days when we were wading knee-deep in mud. Everyone looked as bad as the next. A neighbor stopped shoveling mud, walked over to me and said. Two things I'm learning from this disaster. One: a 25? calendar covers the wall like a $10,000 painting. Two: when your furniture is out on the curb, it doesn't look any different from anybody...
...cowboy who believed in "fanning Burl's rompers till he knew what was wrong." To Burt he seemed a stern, inflexible hulk. After briefly running away from home when he was 14, Burt channeled his belligerence into athletics and won a football scholarship to Florida State. When a knee injury and a car accident aborted his athletic career, he drifted into college dramatics, then dropped out of school in 1955 to take a crack at the New York theater. A few TV tidbits, supplemented by washing dishes at Schrafft's and bouncing drunks at Roseland, kept him afloat...
...navy blue lace-ups with silver piping and big silver stars on the sides, or $47 for strap shoes with 2-in. heels that look exactly like the Mary Janes worn by Shirley Temple and generations of other little girls. One elderly Arrowsmith customer plunked down $65 for knee-high fire-engine-red boots with floppy tops and 2-in. heels. He turned out to be a lion tamer...
...substantially effective performance are present, but one last surefire connection is lacking--the play doesn't trigger the emotions. As a result, no progress or momentum is realized from the beginning of the evening to the end. Only one's media-programmed sense of humor is affected, reacting in knee-jerking kind, and the rest remains strangely but decidedly untouched. The performance of Chinese Wisecrackers leaves one with the aftertaste of cotton candy: an elaborated string of one-liners are no more satisfying than an anticipated huge mass of lip-smacking pink confection--both melt away in mouth and memory...