Word: spews
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...DART-THROWER. For the future, the most radical rifle is SPIW (Special Purpose Infantry Weapons, pronounced "spew"), which fires darts instead of bullets. Called flechettes, French for "little arrows," the darts are about as thick as pencil leads and an inch or so long. They have tiny fins or thin tails to make them fly straight, and their needle-sharp points allow them to move through the air like supersonic aircraft with much less drag than short, fat, traditional bullets. Several can be fired from the same cartridge, but Army experts prefer to use one per cartridge and have...
...Squares" come in all sizes and shapes. However, they have in common the fact that no rules whatsoever govern the flow of traffic As many as ten streets simultaneously spew cars and people at odd angles into these open areas, and the closest thing to navigating a square in Boston is driving around in an open field. Pedestrians close their eyes and sprint across. None of the dulling certitude of Washington here. None of the blandness of our push-button society. It's man against nature, or what passes for nature these days--the motor...
There has always been some question as to whether American actors can successfully get themselves up in tights and doublets, flick the old rapiers around, and spew forth Shakespeare. Some have shown they can indeed, and in ever growing numbers others are getting the chance to try, most importantly in the Shakespeare festivals and rep companies that have sprung up from coast to coast, in doors and out, even in reproductions of Elizabethan theaters. Several cities have free performances in parks. And one outdoor theater has imported an entire British rep company...
FORD. The long wait ends with a ride that is comfortable, interesting-and too short. Mustangs, Mercurys, Falcons, Comets, Thunderbirds and Lincoln Continentals carry 38,000 people daily through a dark tunnel into "the world that was," where dinosaurs chomp seaweed and volcanoes spew red-hot lava...
...honk with the aggressive dissonance of city traffic. They have the staccato beat of a pneumatic drill. The strident reds, blues, and yellows blare with neon. And the stray words that seem squiggled from a toothpaste tube onto his paintings are like the hip, harsh expletives that slum kids spew into the summer air. Davis had violence without anger, gaiety without abandon, and his paintings swing and jump with such durable joy that it is as if he had dipped his brush in some eternal fountain of youth...