Word: lesses
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...often proved an illusion. Usually, the prize for which the hero fought was a woman; but in the end he often did not claim her at all, or if he did, what he got was a sexless ninny. Yet in many of the recent westerns, the woman is far less passive. She is continually attempting to bring the hero down to earth, to make him face reality. She is behaving like a real woman, "and the hero, as a result, begins to lose his superhuman disinterestedness and sexlessness, begins to behave like a real...
...blunderbuss took a lot of practice, and the man who could fire it accurately beyond 20 ft. was rare. Nevertheless, the best of the gunsharks-with the help of sawed barrels, tied triggers, shifted grips, lowered hammers and greased holsters-could slap leather and spill five shots, all in less than a second. (The modern record is claimed by a Denver butcher named Jim-no kin to Matt -Dillon: draw and shoot in twelve-hundredths of a second.) Most of them, besides, carried a "stingy gun" and were masters of the border shift and the road agent's spin...
...real life, TV's Wyatt Earp was a hardheaded businessman, less interested in law and order than he was in the fast buck. He reorganized the red-light district while he was in Dodge City, charged a fat fee for protection, and collected besides a sizable percentage of every fine he levied. He rarely fired a shot, made his reputation pistol-whipping drunken waddies...
...tumultuous press conference 13 hours after the Times broke the story, Deputy Secretary of Defense Donald A. Quarles and his top scientific aides gingerly gave out less information than was in the Times's original stories. Badgered by the press, Quarles took the surprising stand that full material on the now public story would have to be released only "through normal scientific channels" (e.g., learned journals like the Physical Review, circ. 10,530). Snapped Quarles about the clean-handed beat of Baldwin and Sullivan: "I would say it was not playing the game with the Defense Department...
...Nyasaland." The pother at Yale had begun the week before, when a fine fall of late winter snow had coincided with a fettlesome rise of early spring sap. When, at 10 o'clock one night, the Harkness bells clanged out "Bulldog, Bulldog," the results were more or less predictable. Frosh surged out of dormitories like beer from a sprung keg, and began pitching snowballs. Brawlers leaked over locked gates and through classroom buildings into the streets, made a token charge at that often-bloodied Manassas of Yale riots, the Hotel Taft...