Word: paunches
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...most eligible political bachelor. He has been courted by the West, wooed by the East, consulted by the neutralists. The peasant's son has been wined by queens, dined by prime ministers, taken tiger-hunting by a maharaja. His uniforms have grown gaudier and bigger over the paunch, his laugh more easy. Anthony Eden, Eleanor Roosevelt, Adlai Stevenson have called on him. He has called on Queen Elizabeth, presented a keg of slivovitz to Winston Churchill. He has exchanged toasts with the Queen of Greece, been feted at the Dolmabaghche palace in Ankara, which he had last visited...
Lieut. Colonel John Paul Stapp is a shortish (5 ft. 8 in.) bachelor with a small, neat paunch. He speaks with professorial precision, wears gold-rimmed glasses, likes to cook, grows roses and plays golf badly. His job in aviation medicine is to study the effect of bailing out of speeding jet planes into fiercely buffeting air. Since jet planes flying at safe altitudes are inconvenient laboratories, especially for observing the effects of rapid stops, he uses the most horrifying vehicle ever devised by man: a sled pushed on rails by a cluster of roaring rockets. As an experimental subject...
...graceful speech, declared he had come "not to bury Caesar but to praise him. Caesar indeed-for you have not only carried on war but have written your own commentary." Churchill rose to echoing cheers and stood in the wave of applause with his hands splayed across his paunch, beaming over his spectacles. He inspected carefully the ornate book, inscribed with Bunyan's quotation and signed by nearly all MPs. "This is to me the most memorable public occasion of my life," said the man who has known many memorable occasions. "No one has ever received a similar mark...
...teams, the best (for the last three seasons) is the Detroit Lions. And the best of all the Lions, the best quarterback in the world, is Robert Lawrence Layne, a blond, bandy-legged Texan with a prairie squint in his narrow blue eyes and an unathletic paunch puffing out his ample frame (6 ft. 1 in., 195 Ibs.). Layne, a T-formation specialist, led the Lions out of the National Football League's cellar, called the plays and fired the passes that won them the national championship in 1952 and 1953. He is currently doing his bruising best...
...loins into my paunch like levers grind...