Word: mutter
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...name of Victor Purcell-or Myra Buttle-is remembered in a hundred years it will be for the fact that he threw a dead cat at a living poet. Before The Sweeniad nears its inevitable conclusion ("This is the way that Sweeney ends. Not with a curse but a mutter"), the satire has fallen heavily among the bric-a-brac...
...PRESSING question for every U.S. businessman, to say nothing of his stockholders, is: how will profits be in the near future? Very often the answer is gloomy. Executives mutter about the "profit squeeze" and "profitless prosperity," point ominously to figures showing that while sales increased more than 100% in ten years, net profits declined from 5.2% of sales in 1947 to only 3.5% last year. But the figures are misleading. The so-called profit squeeze is more apparent than real, simply because companies are spending so much money on replacement and expansion programs that have cost $264 billion since World...
Afterwards, rooters swarmed over Choreographer Robbins, who could only mutter "Thanks, thanks" as he wandered in a happy daze backstage. The chic mob then swept on to Sardi's, finally swarmed to a full-blast party given by balding, burly Producer Roger Stevens at Park Avenue's Ambassador Hotel. There the dark-haired girls and long-sideburned boys of the cast gulped champagne, danced to music from My Fair Lady...
...shows have become so costly to produce that they must be broadcast at least twice to pay their way. The latest tally shows that the summer evening schedules of the three networks are clogged each week with no fewer than 65 programs that can prompt millions of viewers to mutter: "This is where I came in." Last week, because of the rerun deluge, New York's tabloid Mirror announced that the paper will simply stop reviewing TV for the summer...
Almost before little Jim learned to walk, father taught him to play ball. Every day after school he made the boy run. slide, throw, catch until his hands hung dead on his wrists. "We're going for the big leagues, boy," he would mutter fiercely, and the child would nod fiercely in agreement. At 17 Jim was a spectacular outfielder whose all-round talents won the state championship for his high-school team; but his father was never satisfied. "How'd I do, dad?" Jim asked anxiously after playing a prodigious game. And father implacably replied...