Word: muttering
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...away the few months' pre-election "breathing space" that was the only asset anyone in the non-Communist world could claim for the Geneva settlement. But Montana's able Senator Mike Mansfield, returning from a two-month survey of Indo-China, said publicly what officials could only mutter privately...
...dismal stretch the Giants lost 11 in a row. It was a test of fire for loyal followers, and many a diehard, headed for Coogan's Bluff, was heard to mutter lamely that he was going out to the ballpark, only because he needed a sunbath. The lard-encased Manhattan saloonkeeper, Toots Shor, once spoke the agony of all Giant fans in one gloomy flirtation with apostasy. "I been wonderin' lately," he told a friend. "I'm raising my kids to be Giant fans. I don't know whether I'm doing the right thing...
...literally addresses the ball. "Come on, little ball," he will mutter. "Now git up there on the green like ah say." Snead lacks Hogan's machine-tool precision, but he is as durable as Sarazen, as handy with the irons as Byron Nelson, and he outdrives Bobby Jones in his prime by a full 20 yards. Like Babe Ruth (to whom his fans often compare him) and the little girl with the curl, Snead is sensationally good when he is good-and when he is bad he is horrid. He is never dull. He plays a gamboling, gambling game...
...itself. The surrender to the West of an MVD agent, Yuri Rastvorov, in Japan last January, the defection of Khokhlov in West Germany and of the Petrovs in Australia, are the known cases; official Washington sources hint that there are others. Try as it may, Communist propaganda cannot mutter a simple "good riddance" at the defections of such people. They know too much. Evdokia Petrov was not just a spy's wife. As an expert code clerk in her husband's espionage apparatus in Australia's Russian embassy, she knew secrets...
...another grand Crimson Key Weekend fades happily into the past, a silent vote of thanks arises for Harvard's social organizers. Understandably, there is also quite an audible mutter of discontent from those who like their good times retail, not wholesale. The much ballyhooed Artist's Ball Saturday night, and the corresponding eight-thirty parietal show all the signs of directed...