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Word: mouthfuls (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...about his heart attack. "It was like a little pain in my chest. And then a great big pain like that," he clapped his hands suddenly, "and I was out." He smiled. "That would have been a good way to go, too. So fast." A nurse had given him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and a chest massage and saved his life...

Author: By Thomas A. Sancton, | Title: 'I Had to Make Music Like That, Too' | 5/21/1969 | See Source »

...right," he yelled, "Let's go." His mouth showed a thousand huge teeth as he strutted before the band. The snare drum began its military marching tempo, then Booker-T thumped two pick-up beats on the big bass drum, and we were off. The number was "Lord, you sure been good to me," an un-tempo hymn played to the lashing syncopation which only a New Orelans brass band can achieve...

Author: By Thomas A. Sancton, | Title: New Orleans Jazz Funeral Pounds Gaily for the Dead | 5/20/1969 | See Source »

...WITH THE FLOWER IN HIS MOUTH. An evening of three one-acters by Italian Playwright Luigi Pirandello. The title play deals with death, The License with the evil eye, and The Jar with innate human idiocy. The actor who animates each is Jay Novello, a wily performer with a tasty slice of prosciutto...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Time Listings: May 16, 1969 | 5/16/1969 | See Source »

...times. At its other end, 100 ft. away, Yadin saw water sparkling in the torchlights. Instead of depending on springs, Ahab's engineers had dug deep to tap the natural ground water reservoir. The stonework shaft's 10-ft-wide stairways sloped gently down to the tunnel mouth and were roomy enough, Yadin believes, to accommodate two columns of donkeys-one carrying water jars up from the bottom, the other returning with empty jars...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Archaeology: Hazor's Hidden Resource | 5/16/1969 | See Source »

...needle clean? If you haven't been too nervous, if you haven't forgotten, if you aren't jumping from foot to foot, then the calmness of extreme pathology has come over you, the worm of murder in your mouth, then you remembered to bolt the door, to boil the stick; what a laugh you have, man! What a weird cat would like the way you laugh! Colors mean nothing to you; the flying Byrds, the opening Doors, the Rolling Stones, they are nothing at all for you--that's it! Here it is. Welcome...

Author: By John Leone, | Title: Last Stop. | 5/9/1969 | See Source »

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