Word: neck
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...only change for the Crimson from the starting line-up that faced Holy Cross will be at left tackle where Darwin Wile will take over for senior Bob Pillsbury. After a minor neck injury in last week's encounter, Pillsbury is ready to play but will not see full-time duty...
...Allied Artists' warlike Hell to Eternity, Actress Patricia Owens does a bump-and-grind sequence in bra and panties for alien observation, is seen only from the neck up in the U.S., or. in long shots, wearing a bra and half-slip. Soon after that, for export only. Actor Jeff Hunter reaches skillfully behind her back, at which moment the U.S. version fades out, but in full detail the subsequent unhooking ceremony is seen and heard around the world...
...seemed to the art collector from New York that he had tramped over every inch of the craggy Maine peninsula called Prout's Neck, but he could not find a trace of the famous resident he was looking for. Finally he spotted an old fisherman in rubber boots and battered hat. "I say. my man," he called, "if you tell me where I can find Winslow Homer. I have a quarter for you." "Where's your quarter?" snapped the old fisherman, and the stranger quickly handed one over. The fisherman took it, carefully dropped it into his pocket...
...settled down on Prout's Neck in 1884, and he was to have his home there until his death at 74 in 1910. The place was a lonely, windswept land that Homer inadvertently helped turn into a bustling summer resort. Last week, in a special tribute to Homer on the soth anniversary of his death, the Portland Museum of Art put on an exhibition of a highly personal sort. There were only three of the artist's oils, only eight of his watercolors; but there were plenty of reminders of the man himself. From his nephew...
...oldtimers on Prout's Neck still remember their famous neighbor. They tell of how he raised pink carnations behind his studio, and how, when it was hot, he wore a wet sponge on his head out of a morbid fear of sunstroke. He would slash away with his cane at clumps of elderberries, because he considered the elderberry "weak." His great passion was the sea, which he painted, not as something seen through a dream as did the more mystical Albert Ryder, but as man's restless, churning, ever-changing challenge...