Word: leatherizing
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...sweating in the moonshine when Vegas lit itself in the valley. Sammy pushed it to eighty and chickened out, dropped a dozen quarters in the slots while Rick followed the girl in the red leather to the twenty-one table. Then they went out to watch the sun rise over the neon. Gassed up, they drove to Beverly Hills, chewed on grass, took a swim and choked on the air a little...
...William who expanded his tire-retread operation into ball manufacturing in the 1920s, it was Willard, company president from 1946 to 1960, who promoted the rubber revolution in athletics. His argument that rubber balls cost less, last longer, retain their shape better and are more water-repellent than their leather counterparts won over U.S. football, soccer and basketball coaches-and brought him $3.9 million in 1957, when he sold the firm...
...memorabilia stashed away in the "nation's attic," along with the coat Admiral Robert Peary took to the North Pole and the top hat Abraham Lincoln wore to Ford's Theater on the night he was assassinated. Now the Smithsonian Institution has chosen to enshrine the brown leather jacket that became Arthur Fonzerelli's trademark through seven hit seasons of TV's Happy Days comedy series. Actor Henry Winkler, 34, who went from unknowndom to stardom as Fonzi, not only made the presentation himself, but donned a tweed suit for the occasion. "There...
...Cruising develops into a leather-coated cat-and-mouse story, Friedkin's strange perceptions of New York cops become clearer. They are crass morons as he presents them, maligning the cruisers and transvestites, raiding apartments at the wrong time, busting the wrong guys, torturing criminals and failing miserably to prevent the killings. Throughout the film, however, Friedkin casts them as good guys. They are the New York cops of 1977, paralyzed and pressured by a maniac who hears voices that tell him to kill...
...sick conclusion. Pacino emerges from the close, dark den on Christopher St. into the airy, white space of his girlfriend's apartment. Having finally shed his leather garb, he shaves, staring at his image in the ubiquitous mirror, confronting his self a last time, peeling away his homosexual mask. His ordeal has ended, the beast has been crushed, he is again normal...