Word: leer
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...from its holster. The movement of her shirt rubbing against him opens the front revealingly." "See?" she asks tauntingly. "You should've searched me. You kinda missed something, didn't you, copper?" The movie thus plants itself squarely in the category of the big leer (TIME, June...
...Cambridge. The characters are old Cambridge ladies "in black woolens," young Cambridge lovers "who link, unlink, attach, detach," professors "with owlish eyes, benign white features, glossy skin, and crystal-clear clock-work within," a townie "with raw brown eyes, red hands, warts, weatherbeaten levis, and a real beery leer," and even a Radcliffe girl ("Something from Radcliffe cycles by"). And the consistently gentle tone and florid style of the speaker himself bespeak his own participation in "all that was lovely, false and weak." Some of Freeman's lines are gems; only once or twice does his language run away from...
...vast majority of delegates in the high-domed Assembly hall broke into applause, Khrushchev, with a mocking leer, began to hammer his clenched fist on his green-topped desk. Whirling in surprise, stolid Soviet Foreign Minister Andrei Gromyko stared at his boss for a second, then hastily assumed a dutiful grin and began to pound away himself...
...Sextuple Bride Barbara Mutton, 47, apparently had no objections to Jill, 19, daughter of a well-to-do Beverly Hills electronics wiring maker of German-Jewish lineage; neither did Babs seem upset by her new daughter-in-law's virtually bare-breasted exposure in a recent look-and-leer magazine. As for Jill's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Oppenheim, they raised no open protest to Lance's $25 million fortune, which keeps him in sloppy clothing and fast racing cars on an estimated income of $500,000 a year. Seemingly born to be a playboy, Lance...
...Orleans streetcar, he watched her face stiffen into hostility. "What are you looking at me like that for?" she asked sharply, and turned away muttering, "They're getting sassier every day." Hitchhiking through Alabama, he was picked up by a white truck driver who inquired, with a leer, whether Griffin's wife had ever slept with a white man, informed him that "we're doing your race a favor to get some white blood into your kids." A factory foreman in Mobile, to whom Griffin applied for a job, told him coldly: "We don't want...