Word: muttering
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Zane Grey. MacLean's tale gleefully highballs along at a brisk, cinematic clip. Funny touches are provided by the English understatements of MacLean's Pinkerton-man hero. He is the sort of chap who, on examining an arrow embedded in the heroine's shoulder, might mutter, "Mmmm, Apache, I shouldn't wonder...
...Senator Buckley used language skillfully to create the image of a President innocent of criminal acts, a man essentially victimized by others. But Buckley's whole performance in the cavernous Senate Caucus Room spoke something quite the opposite, something that members of Congress until now have only dared mutter among themselves. It is the horror of the spectacle of a President of the U.S.-a friend, a Republican, a national figure for three decades-being revealed as a criminal while holding the nation's highest trust. The growing reality of this has made a lot of important people...
Chess players are usually precocious small hairy people who never know what to do with their hands or knees. Unless chained down, a teen-aged tournament player will pinch his nails together, rock back and forth, and in the presence of other players, begin to mutter and giggle about opening variations and to tell juvenile jokes. As far as appearances went, we were golden. Our problem was that we weren't very good at chess...
...used to slip up to the Catskill resorts on weekends, where he did a stand-up comic shtik using the name Jerry Herring. His fellow students at the yeshiva took a dim view of his enchantment with show business. On his return to classes from the Catskills, they would mutter in Yiddish: "Der bum iz du [The bum is here]." All the same, Cutler was ordained at 24 and served a Conservative congregation in Stamford, Conn., before becoming a reviewer for a film trade paper. He soon switched to hawking talent, managing comics like Slappy White and Stanley Myron Handelman...
...which moonlights as a coffee table), they think I am a man of wealth and taste (or at least one out of the two). If conversation flags, we can browse through it and, depending on our mood, laugh at something we concede is witty, or shake our heads and mutter, "Puerile." Both pastimes are enjoyable. The Lampoon book also makes a nice tray to carry drinks or hot dishes to the table. I suspect it would do an admirable job pressing autumn leaves, but we'll have to wait till autumn rolls around to put it to the test...