Word: mouthes
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Burgess, though he preferred the company of the able to the artistic, also moved on the edge of the same world. He was of a very different physique, tall-medium in height, with blue eyes, an inquisitive nose, sensual mouth, curly hair and alert fox-terrier expression. He was immensely energetic, a great talker, reader, boaster, walker, who swam like an otter and drank, not like a feckless undergraduate as Donald was apt to do, but like some Rabelaisian bottle-swiper whose thirst was unquenchable...
...rhinestones on the heels." The Music Was Different. Today, billed as vocalist with the Scobey combo, Lizzie is playing some of the country's better-known jazz spots (including, last month, Chicago's Blue Note). Everywhere, she becomes the favorite as soon as she opens her generous mouth...
...driver of the car, identified through his license plate as 40-year-old Warren Cavicchi of 55 Gold Star Road, pulled over to the curb, got out of his car, and approached Wee. After a brief argument the students turned to leave when suddenly Cavicchi struck him on the mouth, Wee said...
Adenauer, toying with his glass of champagne, replied tartly. He could not resist a dig at the party boss, still butting in from the side. "Herr Khrushchev," said the German, "has never put a leaf in front of his mouth ... It is not his manner." "But I don't carry rocks in my pocket," retorted Khrushchev. "We are going home," the Chancellor concluded, "convinced that our visit to Moscow was of benefit." He raised his glass: "To good, friendly, and not only diplomatic relations, because diplomats are not always the best of friends...
...shame. They lie around on their backs half the day, with their legs in the air like great tawny tabbies, and the rest of the time they lie on their stomachs and lick themselves. Once in a while Mother Lion gets up and carries a cub somewhere in her mouth, or leads him along with his tail between her teeth, but she soon lies down again. Father Lion does not indulge in such violent exertions. The king of beasts reclines in raunchy grandeur, and hardly ever does anything more than raise his head to peer weakly through a cloud...