Word: mouthes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...chief "judge" was Gordon Gray of North Carolina, one of the five or ten university presidents in the U.S. most respected by the academic community of the nation. The procedure of the Gray board was scrupulous, and most of the weighty testimony against Oppenheimer came out of his own mouth...
...week long, a sour little man in a rumpled blue suit, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, darted among the Homburg-hatted diplomats of the West and flummoxed them. France's Pierre Mendès-France was something new to postwar diplomacy. He made no effort to appear obliging, did not seem to care whether anybody liked him personally or not. He had little to bargain with except the hopes he himself had aroused by pledging his troth to Western European Union in London. Now, with all the invitations issued, the guests on hand, the church bells pealing...
...miles wide and 1,600 miles high." Under the bright lights, he paces his rubber-matted platform, crouching, pointing, swooping upon his acres of audience from one angle, then another. His long-fingered hands are almost constantly in motion, thrusting, carving space, evocatively touching his breast, head, eyes, mouth or ears. His plangent voice hammers the audience with hardly a change of pace...
...wears off. As "Kinemins," Hansel and Gretel are too human for fantasy, too clumsy on their magnetized feet to pass for real. Only with Rosina Rosylips, the witch, does Producer Myerberg bring his brainchild close to life. Swooping happily on her broomstick or chortling over Gretel ("She makes my mouth water" "I'm so glad I caught her"), Rosina Rosylips is fine fun. For the rest, despite Humperdinck's music and Evalds Dajevskis' eerily beautiful settings, Hansel is hoist on its own technology...
...scene of his story. He describes his hunters' comfortless lives with an intimacy of detail that makes fine reading even of such simple events as pitching camp or building a fire. Author Lott spares the reader nothing-every gush of blood from a stricken buffalo's mouth, the way a carcass explodes in the sun "with a great pop and sigh," the mechanical difficulties of skinning an Indian. This is no mere western yarn, and there are no heroics about Lett's hunters: Charley kills because he finds his manhood in killing, Sandy with an uneasy distaste...