Word: rump
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...Louisiana's Democratic Representative Overton Brooks organized 100 greedy Congressmen in a bipartisan rump caucus, blithely added $86,376,000 in home-district chitterlings to the Public Works Bill (which included the TVA appropriations) in one of the most blatant congressional pork-barrel operations in years. Lamented Republican Glenn Davis of Wisconsin, in a futile motion to send the bill back to committee: "There is but one way that we can purge ourselves of the shame that has descended upon us here this afternoon, and that is to recommit this bill to the committee on appropriations." Brooks and friends...
...there a Mercedes and a Gordini; much elegant metal and, no doubt, to fanciers of horsepower, a sight prettier than slow old Europe. The racing scenes, in fact, are among the most frantic ever filmed. As the little red devils scream the curves and hellbat the straightaway, nose to rump of the car ahead, hot and light on the track as grits in a frying pan, the customer sits spang on the front axle-and sweats. Once in a while Kirk Douglas climbs out of his Ferrari and into bed with Bella Darvi. Kirk's problem in this picture...
...Thomas-"or, as my friends suggest, for Tummy") James Tumulty, 41, is a beefy, bumptious New Jersey politician* whose oratory has a Jersey bounce ("If I must kiss a rump, let it be the biggest in town") and whose party loyalties have a two-way stretch (he has been a Democrat, a Republican, a Democrat again, a good friend and hot opponent of Democratic Boss Frank Hague, a warm supporter of Dwight Eisenhower, Estes Kefauver and Joe McCarthy). Last week freshman Congressman Tumulty (currently a Democrat) faced a problem. He had gained 30 pounds during last fall's campaign...
...feather Dior, and run him out of town. Why did he have to build me up just to let me down? I can hang my head, and drop my bra and appear a flattened frump, But Christian, tell me dear, how do I batten down the rump...
Then the clouds lifted. The slopes of the Col glared white and dusty under the sun. Pedaling furiously as the road twisted above the timber line, Bobet broke away from the pack. Rump high and nose to the handlebars, he zipped down dangerous Alpine switchbacks at better than 40 m.p.h. and sprinted into Briangon ahead of a demoralized Rubier. Briangon and all of France breathed again. With only five laps and five days of racing left, Bobet seemed to be a winner...