Word: rub
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...singly or in small groups rather than in the thundering formations of World War II. Most big Air Force bases are located in desert wastelands or on backwoods plains, where remoteness helps soundproof their shrieking engines from the civilian ear. Seldom do airmen wear their uniforms in bars or rub shoulders (and tempers) with civilians in off-duty hours. Today's airman has become a solid professional man; he stays near his base and works in or around a cockpit, described by a top air general as a "damned laboratory...
...Lieutenant Wore Skirts (20th Century-Fox) is an absent-minded re-scratch of The Seven Year Itch. It may rub sensitive spectators the wrong way, but no matter. Whenever there is a possibility that the audience may get really sore, Actor Tom Ewell applies his soothing sense of humor...
...everybody presented me their Ladies (or the Ladies presented themselves) to be embrac'd, that is to have their Necks kiss'd. For as to kissing of Lips or Cheeks, it is not the Mode here: the first is reckon'd rude, and the other may rub off the Paint. The French Ladies have however 1000 other ways of rendering themselves agreeable; by their various Attentions and Civilities, and their sensible Conversation. 'Tis a delightful People to live with...
...Dali blandly explained: "All emotion comes to me through the elbow." Then he announced his latest finding in critical paranoia. The gamy meat of it: "Everything departs from the rhinoceros horn! Everything departs from [Dutch Master] Jan Vermeer's The Lacemaker! Everything ends up in the cauliflower!" The rub, apologized Dali, is that cauliflowers are too small to prove this theory conclusively...
Randolph shone most brightly in a recklessly courageous military career: he jumped into Yugoslavia as a parachutist with a Commando unit, also served in North Africa and Italy, reached the rank of major. He covered the Korean war for the Daily Telegraph, managed to rub most of his fellow correspondents the wrong way until the day he returned from a patrol action with a half-dollar-sized shrapnel hole in his shin and coolly dictated a dispatch...