Word: pooping
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...grown too sophisticated for the synthetic, exotic Theda Bara ("Kiss me, my fool") and Pola Negri. Clara Bow, by contrast, was as fresh and authentic as the girl next door, only more so. She had enormous saucer eyes, dimpled knees, bee-stung lips and a natural boop-poop-a-doop style. She was the cat's pajamas, the gnat's knees, and the U.S.'s favorite celluloid love goddess...
...finest hours he has passed between wind and water -a day in 1961 when everything went right, a day in 1956 when everything went wrong, a long warm summer's sail among the shining isles of Greece. Much of his time is spent making crusty pronouncements from the poop ("A marina is the yachtsmen's slum"), and there is nothing here for people who think port is something that comes in a bottle. But anybody who can tell a top carling from a garboard strake will want a copy of Spring Tides in his dunnage the next time...
...than the '20s, and all the pretty young flappers have become sophisticated, cheating wives. The songs and routines are primarily parodies-of Cole and Noel, Fred and Ginger-and occasionally they are bang-on. But too often the emeritus flappers' old boop-boop-a-doop has gone poop; Wilson would do well to retire them before they are ready for The Old Man Friend...
Founder and moving spirit of the E.A.A. is Paul H. Poberezny, 43, of Hales Corners, Wis., whose constituents mostly call him "Poop Deck" because who can manage "Poberezny"? Poberezny, who is deputy commander of matériel, 128th Air Refueling Group, Wisconsin Air National Guard, learned to fly at 14 in a glider, flew both fighters and bombers in World War II and Korea. He has built five planes himself. In 1953 he founded the E.A.A. with a group of like-minded friends. "Aviation is one of the last frontiers of individual thinking," he says, "where a man with...
...right-so expansively and so expensively that it might seem picayune even to consider the mistakes they inadvertently committed along the way. But it must be understood that political conventions are the intramural Olympics of television. The networks' panoply of glimpsed emotions, analyses, quips and radioactive poop are the team points they are scoring in their decathlons with one another to see who is best. Since they are spending $25 million on political coverage this year to find out, they probably deserve the judgments they seek...