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Word: milkings (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wail of jazz drifts smokily through San Francisco bistros, the lean man with the horn-rimmed glasses and a grey-flecked crew-cut walks up to the bar and acts like the squarest square from Endsville. He orders milk. But from the Red Garter to the Purple Onion, not an eyebrow lifts. Everyone knows that on matters that count-a beat and a lyric-Columnist Ralph Gleason. 42, has a taste so cool that he turns out much of the solid reporting and comment on the convoluted world of jazz...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: The Cool Square | 3/9/1959 | See Source »

...Twisted into every position-so long as it is uncomfortable-teen-agers keep the busy signals going with deathless conversation: "What ya doin? Yeah. I saw him today. Yeah. I think he likes me. Wait'll I change ears. Whaat? Hold on till I get a glass of milk...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: UTILITIES: Voices Across the Land | 2/23/1959 | See Source »

Arnold Rothstein was a dedicated man. His clothes were plain and neat. He drank nothing stronger than milk, had a fierce respect for "good" women, including his wife. He would boast to friends about his wife's fidelity, liked phoning her from nightspots, when she was asleep at home, and bleating: "Sweetheart, I want you to tell Tom 'hello' "-after which he would pass over the receiver for Tom to hear for himself the little woman's sleepy, saintly squeaks...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: The Dedicated Gangster | 2/23/1959 | See Source »

Adam is a wooden-faced, milk-muscled youth, modestly girdled in verdure. Eve is a ravishing brunette, as thickly mantled in leaves as any maple tree. Above their heads, cast in modern Italian, drifts the story of Genesis...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Press: Big Puffs of Smoke | 2/16/1959 | See Source »

...nightclubs. The gatherings set the pace for the weekend, which is one continuous party except for the few hours taken off Saturday to attend the ski events and hockey game. Many consider Sunday the best of the three days since everyone gives up running around and settles down to milk punch for breakfast and a "black" hour. (For the uninitiated, this means a time for telling offcolor stories). In the afternoon there is a "cage" party when the remaining couples troop upstairs to a dormitory room and finish off any left over liquor and choose the prettiest girl...

Author: By Judith Blitman and Joanna Burnstine, S | Title: Winter Carnival: Reflections of a Mad Age | 2/13/1959 | See Source »

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