Word: slackly
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...this point, or the rod breaks, or the line pops with a crack like a .38 pistol. If the marlin does decide to stay and dance awhile, he rolls in the wire leader, smashes away at it with his bill, swims off on long curving runs to get a slack "belly" in the line. If that fails, in shallow water he will sometimes jam his bill tightly into the sand or cut himself off on a reef; in deep water he sounds, staying down until he dies-and not even a size 44 can reel a 1,000-lb. carcass...
Comedy of Terrors is a lushly produced little parody of Hollywood scream fare, hopefully labeled a "horroromp." Vincent Price and the late Peter Lorre play a team of New England undertakers. When business is slack, the two wheel off in the hearse to raise the death toll, chew the scenery, and feed each other jokes. But the jokes lack nourishment. Foppishly appraising a coffin, Price sneers: "Nobody in their right mind would be caught dead in that thing." True enough. So Basil Rathbone gets buried alive, while Boris Karloff, in a minor role, eyes his former gloom-mates...
...outfield, though, it's a different matter. The only returning letterman hit .187 last year and Jumbo fans are hoping sophomore Dennis Orpen, reputedly a hot major-league prospect, can take up some of the slack...
...last week the President began to take up some of the slack. In three separate instances he moved with both sureness and speed, and while he inflicted a few bruises in the process, he also managed to leave the impression that he has begun to get the hang of foreign policy...
...Youah name Weavuh, dat raht?" Without thinking, I replied, "That's right." He leaped across the table and beat me out of the room and halfway down the hall. I finally went limp and fell to the floor, hoping that he would think that I was seriously hurt and slack off--he began kicking me in the ribs and I hurriedly considered the practicality of nonviolence in this situation. He grabbed me by my shirtfront--ripping it and straining himself--and dragged me back into the interrogation room (there I noticed that the police escort had drawn guns...