Word: plumpishly
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...hardly bothered to learn his cues, let alone his gags; his partner, British Actor Cyril (Peter Pan) Ritchard, ran his oh-so-English witticisms into the ground. The choreography was raggedly routine, the chorus breathless in its singing. The TV camera seemed to add unbecoming extra poundage to plumpish Martha Wright, singing I'm in Love with a Wonderful Guy. Televised in black and white, no matter how magnified the screen, Album became a blurry, uneven adaptation of TV's own Toast of the Town...
...sitting alone on the government front bench. His blue suit crumples. The thinning blond hair is no longer so carefully brushed across the balding scalp, and every now & then he coughs chestily. He fidgets. His left hand rubs slowly over his cheeks, reaches for a handkerchief to wipe his plumpish fate. Or his right forefinger goes round and upward to scratch the top of his head...
...evening last week a plumpish little five-year-old pacer named Hi-Lo's Forbes sped around Baltimore Raceway to win its $10,000 Special Invitational free-for-all pace. The horse was one-tenth of a second off the track record, but in June at Long Island's Roosevelt Raceway he had set his own world mark for the mile (1:58 1/5). After such a triumph, his owner might properly have gone on a nightlong celebration. Instead, hefty Earl Wagner, 35, grabbed the first plane ride of his life to hurry back to his home...
...Brothers. The three Ford broth ers not only differ markedly in looks but in personalities. Henry, now 35, is tall (6 ft.) and plumpish, has an air of casual charm, a ring of earnestness in his voice, and an articulateness that makes him an ideal spokesman for the company. As the grandson of a man whose every pronouncement used to be Page One and free advertising, Henry has worked hard at his own role as the headline-winning industrialist. He has the pragmatic common sense of his grandfather, his father's even temper. Like Old Henry, he reads little...
...anything from a full, tense crouch to the subtlest nuance of fingertip or eyebrow. The result, however fantastic to the eye, is nevertheless a brilliant coincidence of musical sensitivity and bodily gesture which comes as an astonishing contrast after his stiff, portentous progress to the rostrum-the short, plumpish, dandified figure, the familiar imperial, the slow walk, the back dead straight, the chin well up, the arms straight by the sides. On his "off" nights he can be more "off" than anybody else; but at his best and when conducting the music he loves-Mozart, Haydn, Berlioz or Frederick Delius...