Word: rolls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...tons annually. If demand is to be met, plans to expand must be put into effect now." Firestone did more than talk, he backed it with cash. His company announced plans for a $5,300,000 tire factory and a plantation in the Philippines which, starting in 1957, will roll out 100,000 tires a year at capacity and go a long way toward making the bustling young republic self-sufficient in rubber...
...Actress Caron, who is made up to look rather like one of those sentimentally pretty pollywogs in a Disney cartoon, hastens to roll her eyes soulfully and explain that she is just not good enough for the young man any more. "Ay ham deefrawnt.'' Fortunately, all this takes place during World War II in London, and a buzz-bomb soon comes along to simplify the situation. It pounds some sense into the heroine's head, to judge from the script, but it only leaves the spectator in a daze...
...curtains open on the revolution in U.S. sea power. Drawn wide by a briefing officer, they reveal the secret wall maps in the blue-and-gold Pentagon office of the U.S. Chief of Naval Operations. The clock strikes 8 bells-and the Navy's boss, a sea roll to his stride, a faint touch of salt-spray green on the broad gold stripes on his sleeve, barges through the door at 31 knots. This freighter-shaped (5 ft. 11 in., 200 Ibs.) admiral, his ties fast to the old Navy and all its traditions, is plunging ahead...
...sizzling swing concert in Britain 23 years ago, Trumpeter Louis ("Satchmo") Armstrong recalls, he interrupted himself to roll his eyes toward a royal box and rasp: "This one's for you. Rex!" Rex, better known as King George V, was jolted but amused, despite the protocol that bars entertainers from referring to royalty in the audience-let alone addressing them directly. Last week, cavalier as ever about protocol, Satchmo did it again. Beaming at a $3.50 orchestra seat in London's cavernous Empress Hall, Armstrong growled: "Now we are going to jump one for one of our special...
...wanna girl, mister? I gotta my sister for you. Come on, Joe! Cheap!" the sailor pulled away, then slumped drunkenly to the sidewalk. Mouse-quick, the eight-year-old tried to grab the sailor's wallet, but the sailor weakly pushed him away. Unable to roll the man, the urchin sped away to sell him: in Naples bigger urchins pay 500 lire, perhaps 1,000 lire, for news of a likely victim to beat...