Word: lapped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Lust-Putty." Hero Bill Gaunt, a Wylie-minded philosopher, suffers much as his fellow men do when, without warning or explanation, all wives and daughters vanish from the face of the earth. A host of domestic chores such as he has never suspected fall into his philosophical lap; his shiny Miami home becomes a filthy, desolate, loveless stew, and Gaunt himself an unkempt, ragged relict in a life that has lost its meaning...
...Zorn dropped a sackful of her tears in the Duke's lap, and sailed off with the princess for "the distant shining shores of Ever After." The Duke "showed his lower teeth" and muttered disconsolately: "We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." A little while later there was a smell of old unopened rooms; then there was a sound of rabbits screaming; then there was a gleep; and then there wasn't any Duke in Coffin Castle...
...never pushed in the mile and won by 30 yards in a slow 4:37.9. Paul Judy came up fast to take third in the event, behind Jumbo Angy Farina. John Pankey followed Dave Gregory's smooth pacing in the two-mile and kicked ahead in the last lap...
...appearance, the Wu at whom the statesmen and television viewers stared for an answer bore no resemblance to his master in Peking. Where Mao is fat, moonfaced, stooped and aging (at 57), Wu is well-knit, slant-headed and fortyish. Wu's hands were clasped in the lap of a cheap black suit. As many Orientals do, he betrayed his tension by nervous knee-knocking. When he rose, Austin quickly had his answer: Wu offered war or surrender. Not his knees, but a large part of the free world's were knocking before he finished...
Within two days, petitions had gone up in all the Houses, calling for a return to the old rules, and the CRIMSON returned to the attack with another editorial, urging that "the bawling brat must be thrown into the lap of (President Conant) immediately after his return from England." Mr. Conant was abroad recovering from the rigors of the tercentenary...