Word: lapping
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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During his hour-and-a-quarter breakfast with President Eisenhower last week, New York's Governor Nelson A. Rockefeller was like a well-behaved nephew who gave no hint that he was planning to explode a firecracker right in his uncle's lap. Rockefeller chatted amiably about the future of the Republican Party and the importance of "issues" in the coming campaign. Recalled the President later with a twinkle: "Nelson said I'd been a pretty good President. He didn't have much to quarrel about except the defense budget...
...Blues, Juliet writhed and swiveled through a German nightclub jazz dance in a flesh-colored skirt sliced in panels from hem to hips. At a ringside table, a fat cat with slowly inflating eyes made an impassioned grab and caught the center panel, pulling her toward his lap. For his pangs, he was shot in the face with his own stein of beer. "Cut," called Director Norman Taurog, and a wardrobe woman rushed forth to sponge the foam from Juliet's snowy thighs...
...time winks wickedly at the audience. She plays both parts brilliantly in Bells, especially in the brief blackout that describes a disastrous blind date. In a rapid succession of hilarious Freudian slips, Judy bends the young man's cigarette to a limp parabola, splatters his drink on his lap, butts him with her head and finally, as she brushes by a blazing dish of crepes suzette, goes up in flames...
...Hotel Edison, Equity was in session. Poised, ponytailed children from The Sound of Music, clutching lap dogs, mingled with Negroes from Raisin in the Sun and Orientals from A Majority of One. Sari-draped Vivien Leigh held court, apparently trying to play a curious mixture of Cleopatra and Joan of Arc. Equity's George Nicolau recalled the 1919 strike: "Let your answer be now as it was then-Equity!" But hardly anyone remembered the old marching hymn. Shrunken in size. Equity is now "just a cut above the horseshoers" (as one labor organizer cracked), and for years has been...
...start, Rathmann turned last week's 500 into a grim, personal duel with Ward. Watching them fight for the lead, spectators on a rickety scaffold in the infield leaned so far forward that the whole structure toppled with agonizing slowness, killing two and injuring 79. Wheel to wheel, lap after lap, Rathmann and Ward kept up their fight, hitting up to 180 m.p.h. on the straightaway, wheeling around the turns of the great oval at 135 m.p.h...