Word: laughters
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Heinz Hansen, a Deputy who had been expelled from Schmidt's Social Democratic Party because of his anti-NATO views, cried, "El Salvador." Reagan paused and mock-innocently asked, "Is there an echo in here?" The Deputies showed their approval of this skillful handling of a heckler with laughter and cheers...
...that Editor Lester Bernstein would be replaced by someone outside the Newsweek fold. Bernstein strode into the room and began complaining good-naturedly about the sluggish air conditioner. Then he quipped: "Oh, my God, do I sound like Nixon before the speech, talking to the technicians?" When the nervous laughter subsided, Bernstein confirmed what much of the staff had suspected. He had been dismissed as editor and, effective Sept. 7, would be replaced by William D. Broyles Jr., 37, editor in chief of Texas Monthly and California magazine. Broyles will be the fifth top editor at Newsweek in ten years...
After the laughter died down, the President talked of the importance of his mission to strengthen the Western alliance. Said he: "I know there are some who question the value of the alliance, who view it as cumbersome and at times unresponsive to the need for action. And there are those people still, in our land, who yearn for the isolationist shell. But because we've rejected those other courses back over the recent decades, there has been peace for almost 40 years on the Western front...
...ring work every evening at 5 o'clock, to a tape of George Benson's mellow ballad The Greatest Love of All. Said Cooney dreamily: "Listen to the words." As his dainty hands were being double-bandaged by Trainer Victor Valle, the fighter sang along: ". . . Let the children's laughter remind us how we used to be . . ." Sonny Liston skipping, sparring and sneering to Night Train...
Smiles and laughter come easily to Cooney, who is absurdly cheerful and regards life with mischief and amusement. In place of the customary toadies, moochers and other pilot fish that hang on to fighters for dear life, Cooney has surrounded himself with old grade school playmates. If he grows officious, they bluntly tell him off and he laughs appreciatively. In the evening they would assemble in his room as in a clubhouse, play poker or watch a movie like Arthur and compare each other's impersonations of Sir John Gielgud. "Georgie here is a Cooney-come-lately," Cooney said, introducing...