Word: pushed
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...knowledge of the Bureau of Internal Revenue. As he entered item 6, added items 2 and 3, and fumbled distractedly with old dentist's and gasoline bills, he sometimes stopped to stare for long intervals at the ceiling-as if he expected to see a little loudspeaker push through the plaster and hear President Truman's voice saying softly: "Oh, pshaw, Jim, we've decided to call the tax off this year...
...program. Earl gave the state big old-age pensions, cheap school lunches, veterans' bonuses and highway projects. But he also gave it the highest per capita state tax in the U.S.; he had his subservient legislature double the sales tax, up the cigarette tax to 8 a package, push the gasoline tax to 9 a gallon. Even Huey's son, U.S. Senator Russell Long, turned against Uncle Earl's machine in the primary, and remained aloof in the runoff, thereby dividing the dynasty against itself...
...Harp) Capote, 27, to describe himself. Said Capote: "Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy. I think I have rather heated eyes ... I have a very sassy voice. I like my nose . . . Do you want to know the real reason why I push my hair down on my forehead? Because I have two cowlicks. If I didn't push my hair forward, it would make me look as though I had two feathery horns." What about the charge that present-day fiction is decadent? "If what some young writers are writing today...
...those days cared much whether strapping young Duke Morrison was proud of his trade or not, but they found him a likable, good-natured companion in horseplay. A favorite sport was to get the big ex-tackle down on all fours in signals position and try to push him over. One day the great director, John Ford, joined the game. Duke took his stance. With a deft kick Ford knocked his hands from under him, and the property man's face hit the floor with a smack. It was very funny. Everybody laughed. Duke got up, his face expressionless...
...looked over and saw three friends struggling to push a Pontiac convertible out of a snowbound parking space. "Sure," he said and braced himself against the rear fender. With a mighty heave they pushed the car free. It sped off down the street, though not before it had sprayed a thick stream of wet snow over Vag's only clean pants...