Word: lushly
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...found how to be comfortable with either. From his $50,000 ranch house, among the garish candy-colored villas of Miami, Bill indulges his passing whims (e.g., water skiing and skindiving). Visitors make him nervous as they leave burning cigarettes on expensive table tops and track sand on lush new carpets, stare at his specially commissioned mural of knights in armor, gawk at the somber black decor of the master bedroom with its giant closet of 40 suits, or at the bookshelves stocked only with Racing Form chart books. Hartack walks around the house like a new bride, emptying ashtrays...
...much water is locked up in it, and how high the oceans stood during geological ages when the earth's Poles were ice-free. Perhaps the precious data brought back by the Fuchs expedition will explain the seams of coal in Antarctic mountains. Coal is the remains of lush vegetation, and nothing except a few hardy lichens and mosses grows in Antarctica now. One theory is that Antarctica had a tropical climate many millions of years ago. Another is that the earth's thin rocky crust shifted around its plastic core like the loose skin of a puppy...
...months before Pastor Schmutzler was brought to trial, while the Reds evidently tried to break his spirit. Last week 150 hand-picked "workers" and "observers" were assembled in the Leipzig district court for a show trial. Western newsmen were barred, and even the Communist papers significantly omitted their usual lush descriptions of the defendant's cringing and pleading for clemency. Siegfried Schmutzler's sentence: five years at hard labor. Top churchmen throughout East and West Germany protested, but they knew that in a real sense the sentence represented a victory for unbreakable Pastor Schmutzler. Said Hamburg University...
...while stoking the mighty campfire with logs. She would rather blow bubbles in the river or clutch a flower in her trunk than be a proper beast of burden. Around Mooltiki's plotless existence revolve a skin-prickling tiger hunt and Author Godden's evocations of the lush tropical fecundities of Indian jungle country. Rumer Godden is a fastidious craftsman but a trifle hammy. Some of her sentences preen themselves so long before the mirror of sensibility that, like Mooltiki, they never quite carry their weight in sense...
...only when she used her high but lilty voice did her seductive talents poke through. The Hit Parade was back (in stunning color for the 200,000 color-set owners), with a bevy of new performers led by young, moist-eyed Jill Corey, whose vocal renderings come with a lush, built-in sob. On the densely populated show called The Big Record, moonfaced Patti Page was mostly what the late Fred Allen called a Pointer, i.e., someone who points at someone else doing an act and says "Watch him"-the sort of trick that "you could teach...