Word: navels
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...bitter old man, lacking even the salt of irony. With a single yellow eye, and white hair growing in his ears. Leaning on a hickory cane, complaining out of pride, sexless slowly rubbing one palsied hand across his navel and nodding in that dead omniscience of the past. Waiting for the world to come to him like a pig-tailed child. He is a Society, a god sometimes called Moloch...
...strictly forbidden by the divine law itself to have any part in entertainment which is of its nature indecent, suggestive or calculated to excite thoughts or actions contrary to the Sixth Commandment." Some Vegas saloonkeepers were quick to agree. "We've never uncovered a girl's navel," cried the Sands' Jack Entratter. But El Rancho Choreographer Barry Ashton retorted: "Bare chests are the thing here-it's what the public wants, and we're giving it to them. It will soon be nothing to see a nude girl. All the showgirls along the Strip will...
...bitter old man, lacking even the salt of irony. With a single yellow eye, and white hair growing in his ears. Leaning on a hickory cane, complaining out of pride, sexless, slowly rubbing one palsied hand across his navel and nodding in that dead omniscience of the past. Waiting for the world to come to him like a pig-tailed child. He is a Society, a god sometimes called Moloch...
...corner, bundled like wet clothes and crowned with a cookie plate, a boneless, burnt-browed young man passed one reverent paw across his navel and blessed...
...wanton Lana just loved one of the Mick's boys, olive-skinned, handsome Johnny Stompanato. A small-town boy with big ideas, Johnny was a preening gigolo, brushed his black hair thick and wavy, wore his shiny silk shirts open all the way down to his navel. He was also the fast-buck type, who, police well knew, built his bankroll by making time with thrill-seeking wealthy women, borrowed their money, rarely paid it back. Lana took Johnny in tow, paid his bills, flashed around the town on his muscular arm. When she flew to London last September...