Word: madly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...told his aides shortly before leaving for Europe. "One holds out his arm and says, 'Spit over it.' The one boy spits and the other moves his arm, and of course the boy misses and spits on the arm, and then the first one gets mad and wants to fight. Well, De Gaulle is like the boy daring the other one to spit over his arm. But I'm not going to do it. I'm just going to step back." He suggested that De Gaulle come to the U.S. for a visit...
...incorporated some kind of a motion-picture presentation to supplement its static sights, and it has been estimated that a cinema addict could spend every minute of Expo's 183 days at a screen and still not see every frame available. One of the most sensational flicks: the mad, mad show at the Labyrinth, a five-story pavilion built by the National Film Board of Canada. The feature is prosaically called "The Story of Man," but during the 45-minute film the viewers move from chamber to chamber, eye-witnessing a re-creation of the Greeks' Minotaur myth...
...central character is Frankenstein Roosevelt, a power-mad, aristocratic cripple whose props are a wheelchair, a cigarette holder and a pile of postage stamps. Among the characters are his five children, members of a dynasty who will some day run the country (or so everybody assumes), and an adviser named Popkins, who is usually dressed in a bathrobe and is really a Russian in disguise. The plot revolves around Frankenstein's attempts to sell the country out piecemeal to the Communists. The play ends happily when That Man dies of what looks like a stroke (actually, the deed...
...Locker Room. Hoping to profit from Licensing's touch, National Periodical Publications, Inc. (Mad magazine. Wonder Woman comics) bought the firm last year for $2,400,000 in stock. Royalties from manufacturers, who pay Licensing 5% of the wholesale price of goods sold with its endorsements, last year totaled some $5,000,000. Half of that goes to the owners of the names; the rest is nearly all profit...
...this small town where every thing is known, I see His vanishing emblems, His white spire and flagpole sticking out above the fog, like old white china doorknobs, sad, slight, useless things to calm the mad...