Word: plump
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Among the Continent's most determined weight losers are the Italians. The old stereotype of the ravioli-plump Italian mama has changed to that of a Swedish-svelte city signorina. Says Joan Marble Cook, an American author who attended a reducing class in Rome: "You'd think Italians would be so attached to food, but they're marvelously disciplined. Some of the men in my class lost...
...plump, muscular young man interrupts by asking if he can help me as he swings behind the counter. His glance seems impatient and annoyed, so I hustle toward the door. Before I am out, the old man volunteers information for the first time without prodding--his seventy-fourth birthday was last Tuesday...
...past run occasional shots of women fondling each other, and Playboy Publicist Lee Gottlieb says: "The experts tell me that two women making love to each other is a male turn-on." But Playboy's lesbian offensive is a new escalation in the war of the lower depths. Plump, expensively produced variants of Playboy are spreading like herpes sores, and enthusiasts can choose from an estimated 35 different titles. The big three -Playboy, Penthouse and Oui-alone sell some 10 million copies a month, double the circulation of the entire skin-magazine industry a decade ago. But profits...
...evening; dropping acid is a hum-drum every night occurrence. But old Daniel, from the moment he first laid eyes upon the Delac, was sure he'd never forget a ride in her. So Gay steered him into the white leather and silver glitter back seat that's as plump and as soft as a Cherubim's rosy- checked behind, the four feet of leg-room sucking him into a state of heavenly transport punctuated by means of "Far out, Too much..." and hideous witch cackling that had gotten all twisted up somewhere deep down in his throat before flirting...
...from a Victorian housewife into a femme fatale was broken. All too soon she lost her powers, her odd beauty, and from time to time her sanity. After World War I she ended up back in Brighton, at the scene of her vision, in a seaside hotel-a short, plump, obscure old lady, puffing along the promenade in all weather. Almost mercifully she died in 1921: a Juliet whose author had fallen asleep and allowed her to live 30 years too long...