Word: mouthfuls
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...crisp, she's trim and she mixes a very mean metaphor. "One of the attributes of an administrator is his ability to stick his neck out, to open his mouth and say something, to decide what side of the fence he is on and to take a stand there, to fish or cut bait, to put up or shut up," she says. She is Ruth M. Adams, 51, dean of Douglass College, the women's division of New Jersey's Rutgers University, and soon she will take a stand at Massachusetts' Wellesley College as successor...
...horror began. Foxe reports one execution in which a woman was forced to set fire to her own father, and others where the wood was green and burned so slowly that the victim, as in the case of Bishop John Hooper, was still conscious: "He was black in the mouth, and his tongue swoln that he could not speak, his lips shrunk to the gums; and he knocked his breast with his hands until one of his arms fell off, what time the fat, water, and blood dropped out at his finger ends." More hideous still was the burning...
...necessarily derogatory to say that Ambassador Thai talks out of both sides of his mouth. His job requires it, and Thai is good at his job. He can field a question about President Johnson's motivation, smile knowingly, and toss off a quip to satisfy his interrogator without telling him a thing. When pressed to answer an embarrassing question, he'll promise "to come back to that point later," but never get around...
Lamb and Jones were physically perfect for their roles. Lamb, with a forehead dripping stringy hair, a mouth missing front teeth and surrounded by a grizzled chin, moved across stage with shambling feet and hands that shared time twitching and scratching. The hulking Jones mastered the vacant grin and the dead, controlled stare of a man who ever since the doctors removed the "pincers" from his skull "couldn't look to the right or the left . . . just straight ahead...
...searched by a zealous Paukerite teacher for "poisonous" books from the perennially locked school library. "They frisked our pockets and passed their hands over our bodies," wrote Popescu, "and since this didn't seem to satisfy them, they ordered us to take off our clothes. I opened my mouth wide and said 'Aaaaaaaah,' just to show I had no books inside." Though Red bluenoses scored the book as "decadent, trivial and pornographic," Popescu seems safe from chastisement: the party paper Scinteia (Spark) endorsed him as "a talented author, justly praised by both readers and critics." The regime...