Word: spatting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...wings they had strapped tiny cameras-to find out whether "a bird of the opposite sex [can] lure the messenger from the straight & narrow beeline for the home loft." Similar experiments were going on among the human species. Ava Gardner and Frank Sinatra were apparently reconciled after their recent spat and took off, cooing, for London. Marilyn Monroe (see CINEMA), on the other hand, was showing clear signs of cooling in her affections for Joe DiMaggio, while Rita Hayworth and Aly Khan definitely called it quits, with Aly settling a reported $50,000 a year on daughter Yasmin. Aly, reported...
...Elmer, who was nonchalantly strapping an evil-looking husking hook to his right wrist. At last the speech was over, and Elmer strode into the cornfield. He seized an ear or two, ripped the husks open with his hook and tossed them into the wagon. One of the Frenchmen spat. Then Elmer took off his shirt. "Okay, Thorson," he called to his companion, a onetime Iowa farmboy now clerking at the U.S. Embassy in Paris...
Cinemactress Ava Gardner, who has been avoiding the public since her latest spat with husband Frank Sinatra (during which Crooner Sinatra reportedly called in the police to help in getting Ava out of their Palm Springs house), briefly reappeared. Dropping over to the famed handprinted-footprinted pavement in front of Grauman's Chinese Theater in Hollywood, Ava delicately planted a sandaled foot in a block of wet cement, thereby establishing herself solidly for posterity as a certified movie queen...
Every four years, the nation develops a fetish for meetings. Smoke belches forth from numerous rooms, buttons sprout like the artificial green carnations of March 17, and purveyors of the Teleprompter wax fat. This year, meeting-goers spat out their melange of denunciations in greater quantity, greater volume, and into a greater number of ears than ever before...
Every four years, the nation develops a fetish for meetings. Smoke belches forth from numerous rooms, buttons sprout like the artificial green carnations of March 17, and purveyors of the Teleprompter wax fat. This year, meeting-goers spat out their melange of denunciations in greater quantity, greater volume, and into a greater number of ears than ever before...