Word: pinking
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...each occasion in one of 40 butterfly-sleeved Filipino ter-nos that she had brought along, was usually the center of attention. Her yellow terno caught Lyndon Johnson's eye. "That is my favorite color too-yellow," he told her. "Actually," she confided later, "my favorite color is pink. But he is the President...
...with a London newspaper that may or may not be the Daily Worker. She gives this up to marry a rising young labor organizer, George Cook. At the same time, she nurtures incestuous feelings for her brother Tom, who is "like a painted Christ in a blue and pink oleo," a mystic, a pacifist and a lady-killer who bums around the countryside with a harpy seeking faith cures for her cancer. He gets to feel that he is something of a healer himself, and sees people who are not there. For a while, this unpleasant freak and sister Nellie...
...this: the President was hit once, as was graphically portrayed when his hands clutched his throat. An instant later, Governor Connally, seated on a jump seat in front of Kennedy, began to turn, and slowly slumped back against his wife. Then the President's head jerked; a ghastly pink spray flashed around his head, then disappeared as he fell toward Jackie on his left. The first shot was not fatal; the second was. The time between the two bullets' impact was between 4.8 and 5.6 seconds, said the commission. Connally, too, had been badly hurt: a bullet slammed...
...minuscule sub survives the 3G power dive into the artery, and glides idyllically down a clear stream filled with pink and white corpuscles that look like house-sized globules of tapioca. Then all at once it is swept into a violent whirlpool set up by a fistula that unnaturally connects the carotid artery with the jugular vein. When the hemonauts come out of their spin, they are in the jugular, drifting inexorably away from the brain and toward the heart...
Sure enough, it squeaks through, and as the heart once more explodes into action the voyagers are hurled into even more photogenic adventures. To replenish their air supply, they snorkel through the gauzy wall of a capillary into a shocking-pink lung where the lightest breath hurls the homunculi about like twigs in a tornado. A bit later, the "foreign body" of Actress Welch is attacked with understandable enthusiasm by antibodies that look like jellyfish made of household cement...