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Scrambled Yegg. In El Centra, Calif., Willis Mallory, asked why he broke into a house, heated up a can of spaghetti and melted crayons in it, replied: "It all seems like a dream...
Leaving the Castel Nuovo, the Christian Democrats passed by a long queue of Neapolitans lined up to receive the mayor's usual Christmas distribution of free spaghetti and canned tomatoes. As a political argument, it was hard to beat. Groaned a Christian Democratic politician: "It looks as if Lauro wants to move from misgoverning a city to misgoverning the nation...
...Cooked Spaghetti. Cheerily resigned to her new home-away-from Home, The Arlene Francis Show, she staged a salute to woman suffrage, told fairy tales, dueted with Comedienne Elaine Stritch, interviewed General Carlos Romulo, chitchatted with Actor Cyril Ritchard, and delivered a spoof of Marlene Dietrich's seductive See What the Boys in the Back Room Will Have. Only a fractured heel, which she got hopping over a low railing on Home, kept her from dancing. As always, Arlene's personal didos were gay, frolicsome and deceptively casual. "Sometimes," she explains, "the cozy, casual chums...
...cronies to fill up their private cars at city gas pumps. Estimated cost of the largesse: several hundred thousand dollars yearly. ¶ Lauro required every city contractor to kick back up to 10% to his "Welfare and Feast Fund," supposedly for poor Neapolitans, who thought their Christmas packages and spaghetti handouts had come from Lauro's own pocket. ¶Dandified Senator Gaetano Fiorentino, Lauro's No. 1 helper who now drives a $6,000 Mercedes-Benz, padded the public-assistance fund, which he administers, with 5,000 extra names. The fund's budget for the entire year...
...gave himself a frank appraisal, found his face looking like a "leftover artichoke," his teeth "dropping like loose buttons," his body "convex where it should be concave-or have I got my cons mixed?" He had a high old time with his waitress (Sarah Marshall) in a Greenwich Village spaghetti joint, enjoyed a good cry and a good talk "about everything from her cradle to my grave." Seeing things at last as they are "without the neon nimbus," he of course went home to a forgiving wife and a plain little moral: "Life itself gets a little dusty-even rusty...