Word: lovering
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...here-you can't help but like Him." Said Melita, fingering the perfume bottles: "I'm all out of Intoxication." She also made Nick massage her big toe. At last Nick slipped a gun in his pocket and went out to shoot Melita's lover. But the lover was not at home. When Nick realized how miraculously a murder had been avoided, he ran to the nearest church to give thanks. But the church was locked "for the guys that get in trouble after the sun goes down." Said Nick: "To hell with...
...populous diner along a California highway, Truckline Cafe takes a look at the dangling lives and dislocated marriages resulting from the war. It is most concerned with two couples: a former soldier who kills his unfaithful wife; a former soldier whose wife had believed him dead, taken a lover, then run away when she learned her husband was still alive. The husband tracks her down, but even after confessing his own infidelity, he cannot blot out her sense of guilt and defeat. What largely changes her mind is the futile tragedy of the other couple...
...irate audience suspected that the same fate was in store for two more, jealously guarded by the property man. The three bananas had been contributed by a drama lover of Great Yarmouth, who had made his three children give up their precious fruit. It was doubtful whether Actress Sylva had any right to eat them. By law, only children under 18 are entitled to bananas in Britain. Miss Sylva is over...
...flash bulbs on Toscanini-they hurt his eyes," Davis protested. "He'll go right back to New York and we won't have a symphony." More words passed. Music-Lover Davis grabbed Photographer Ballew's flash bulbs, tackled him, smashed his camera. Someone put in a police riot call, and in the excitement Toscanini came & went, unphotographed...
...year 1880, and spring has come to Willowspring, Pa. (pop. 4,000). "The sun, like an eager lover with searching fingers, [runs] penetrating rays into every crevice. . . ." Slowly "the earth yields [with] a sweet resistlessness . . . like the ultimate surrender of a virgin. Hens fly every which way. ... A cow moos and a bull . . . bawls. . . . Lillian sits under a great sugar maple, wondering...