Word: slims
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1970-1979
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
Laconic Anticlimax. Her moment of truth with HUAC forms the heart of this slim memoir, Hellman's first-and long-anticipated-public word on her brush with McCarthyism. Two earlier autobiographical volumes, An Unfinished Woman (1969) and Pentimento (1973), ignored this subject. Yet when the crucial scene in Scoundrel Time comes, it is a laconic anticlimax. The committee seems flummoxed by Hellman's strategy. When the chairman asks that her letter be read into the public record, Hellman's lawyers leap to distribute copies to the assembled reporters. Minutes later a voice is heard in the press...
...DiMaggio looked good-slim, dignified, younger than his 61 years, very classy. When DiMaggio was in kindergarten, the other kids probably came up to him and said, "Joe, you look good." When DiMaggio visits the Louvre, if he does, the Venus de Milo probably waits until they are alone and whispers, "Joe, you look good." "Welcome back, Joe," said several fans who happened to run into him and to remember back to the '40s, when he was making impossible catches with the poise of Charles Boyer stealing jewels. After DiMaggio had thanked them and moved away, the fans said...
Harvard came through in the clutch, however. Andy Gellis gave the Crimson a slim 10-9 lead, and the stickmen clung to the margin as time ran out. In the final minute of play, in a man-up situation, Mellen turned a fine pass from Kevin McCall into his fourth goal of the day, and Harvard triumphed...
...years much as aerospace science, the glamour field of the early 1960s, fell fallow by the decade's end. Besides, asks Herbert Salinger, director of career planning at Berkeley: "Should we turn someone off to a field that really interests him" because job prospects are slim...
...daubed beneath their ears and about their necks. Those were the things you had sense during the party; you had seen the exasperation patterned across a friend's face, whiffed the perfume from an aloof Wellesley woman(wearing the Art Deco print shirt with the picture of slim men sipping cocktails under palms) and then even asked her to dance, and been snubbed. And they had carried all that out with them when they left, ditching only their butts, sweat and lashes. All that went out at 3:30 a.m. in great beige plastic bags. The beer, which...