Word: rolls
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...SINS equipment is housed in a 67-ton, temperature-controlled navigational tower that looms just forward of the superstructure in the most rigid part of the ship. To protect the instruments from as much motion as possible, the Compass Island is equipped with wing-shaped gyrofins, which cut down roll from 7½° to a barely perceptible .4°. Among the ship's other refinements: a giant, airfoil-shaped sonar dome beneath the keel that will measure ship's speed (and which has already earned the nickname "droop snoot...
...track and field, the hard core of any Olympics, the U.S. got off to an auspicious lead. High Jumper Charlie Dumas (rhymes with humus), a lanky young (19) Los Angeles Negro, slithered over the bar in a diving roll that seemed to repeal the law of gravity, set a new mark of 6 ft. 11% in. to win. He did not have to try to better his own world record...
...before his father's grave: "That is always the way. We go off and fight for four years and they (the Yanks) kill him at home." Humor--co-stars Richard Egan and Debra Paget gritting their teeth as Elvis sings "Yam Ganna Fix Dis Old House," a rock-and roll song (presumably about the South's reconstruction period). And, of course, Tenderness--Elvis (writhing from the hips as he dies): "Is Everything going to be all right...
Flealess at 104° F. When not used as food, the versatile Xolos had other uses. The Indians believed that they guided the souls of the dead to heaven. Yellow Xolos were best for this job, but those of other colors could roll in yellow mud and do almost as well. They were also useful as sacrifices, and were believed to have important medicinal powers. A Xolo's temperature is 104° F., and his skin, bare of insulation, feels hot to the touch. These properties made him useful as a living hot-water bottle, and he harbored...
...eyes half close, the clutched guitar begins to undulate back and forth in an uncomfortably suggestive manner. And wham! The midsection of the body jolts forward to bump and grind and beat out a low-down rhythm that takes its pace from boogie and hillbilly, rock 'n' roll and something known only to Elvis and his pelvis. As the belly dance gets wilder, a peculiar sound emerges. A rusty foghorn? A voice? Or merely a noise produced, like the voice of a cricket, by the violent stridulation of the legs? Words occasionally can be made out, like raisins...