Word: paunches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Into Louisiana's house of representatives one day last week stormed a bulky, rumpled man, his collar tabs curling up over the lapels of his loose-hanging suit, his paunch bulging over his low belt line, his Western-style straw hat in hand. Governor Earl Kemp Long strode straight to the rostrum. "Double-cross!" he bellowed, in his gravel baritone. "I had 69 votes!" The bill before the house was one of the governor's favorites, and it had just gone down to defeat. Even as Earl bellowed, his floor leaders took their cue; member after member rushed...
Buntism derives from Sergeant Matthew Bunt, a British Marine who was two years a castaway on an uninhabited Pacific islet early in the igth century. When prim Captain Overton of H.M.S. Achilles stopped by, Marine Bunt, greeting him on the beach, showed some outer symptoms of extreme Buntism-"a paunch that hung over the belt of his tattered drawers, and cheeks which shook." But Captain Overton did not recognize the signs. "Show me round your little kingdom, Sergeant Crusoe," ordered the captain, "the stockaded hut and the wheat patch and the goat pen, and so on. This promises...
Good symphony orchestras acquire personalities. The Philadelphia Orchestra, with its assertive violins and its glib winds, is the suave, subtly domineering man of the world. The New York Philharmonic-Symphony, with, its virtuosity and its rakish unpredictability, is the matinee idol in danger of growing a paunch. The Boston Symphony, with its exquisite balances and flawless inflections, is the American whose manner shows that he was raised by a French governess. The Amsterdam Concertgebouw, with its mellow strings and faintly ponderous sonority, is the sexagenarian with all his hair and a twinkle in his eye. Last week...
...precious little to do (as Grace Kelly complained when she refused the part) but "clutch her jewel box and flee." Robert Morley very nearly carries off the whole show. As he heaves before the camera, swishing his eyes about as lesser players might wave their arms, and wagging his paunch as though it were a prosperous province, he looks at one instant every ounce a king, and at the next as lean a villain as ever lived inside...
...moved that fast on the surface of the earth. But if all goes well, one man will. Lieut. Colonel John Paul Stapp, a 45-year-old Air Force surgeon with the deceptive paunch of a country doctor, the ramrod posture of a professional soldier and the relentless curiosity of a dedicated scientist, plans to ride the Sonic Wind even faster. Space Surgeon Stapp intends to ride at more than 1,000 m.p.h...