Word: ripped
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Instead of the deputy, a stranger (Burt Lancaster) comes to supper-a rip-roaring young buckaroo, part prophet and part pitchman, with the natural force of a Kansas twister and much the same blowhard approach. The stranger soon has the house in an uproar and Lizzie's head in a whirl with his promise to bring the rain their crops need, and with his threat to awaken the love her heart fears and longs for. Price: $100. "Electrify the cold front!" he cries. "Neutralize the warm front! Barometricize the tropopause!" Says Lizzie: "Bunk!" But the rainmaker has an answer...
THANK YOU FOR THE BRIEF AND SUBTLE REVIEW OF MY BOOK. NEXT FALL YOU WILL RECEIVE ANOTHER CHANCE TO RIP BOOK TWO APART BY A BORN-BAD WRITER...
...made a perfect drop from her mother plane. Her rocket engine ignited at exactly the right moment. Milburn Apt put her into precisely the right climb, and when he reached the assigned "bend-over" altitude (70,000 ft.), he leveled her off perfectly and let her rip. Nothing whatever went wrong. The rocket engine burned perfectly, and the fuel lasted nine seconds longer than it had ever lasted before. The speed climbed past the X-2's previous record (1,900 m.p.h.) reached a new record: 2,200 m.p.h., 3.3 times the speed of sound...
...addition to making his frankest re-election appeal to date, Ike used his Cleveland talk to rip into Adlai Stevenson. Without mentioning Stevenson by name, he struck at "politicians . . . who go about the country expressing . . . their worries about America and the American people," suggested that such "worrywarts" should "forget themselves for a while" and "get out and mingle with the people." If they did, he was sure "their worries would begin to sound foolish-even to them." Troubled with an ailing public-address system, Ike evoked only mild enthusiasm from his Cleveland audience...
...With a rip-roaring locomotive that dumfounded onlookers and customs men, the greying junketeers began their reunion with a rousing "Tiger, tiger, tiger, sis-boom-bah!" Then, starting out in Tokyo (where they lunched with onetime Japanese Ambassador to the U.S. Eikichi Araki, a Princeton graduate school student in 1923), the visitors set out to see Japan. Amidst a profusion of potent Japanese beer, sake, bourbon, Scotch and all manner of native dishes, they saw Fujiyama mantled in unseasonable snow, famed shrines and spas, one geisha dance so laden with obscure symbolism that Host Osawa told his mystified buddies...