Word: spits
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...published by Viking next fall, Duncan describes how, in the course of preparing some Picasso canvases for photography, he took a swipe with a feather duster at a 1938 self-portrait-and smudged a part of the canvas. Writes Duncan: "I spent the whole morning dabbing with spit-moistened Kleenex trying to reduce the damage, to clean away the smudges." By lunchtime, the hour at which Picasso usually got out of bed, Duncan, his face gray-green, had to confess his crime. "What's happened?" asked the artist, thinking Duncan had crashed his beloved 300 SL Mercedes. After hearing...
JOHN NANCE GARNER, who may have made less of an impact on American politics than any high ranking U.S. official in the twentieth century, is best remembered for his comment that the vice presidency--a post he held anonymously under FDR--"isn't worth a pitcher of warm spit." Walter Mondale, conscious of Garner's feelings, insisted in 1976 that Jimmy Carter let him be an "activist" vice president. "Activist" meant he didn't want to be treated like another former vice president and Mondale's political mentor, Hubert Humphrey, who found his way into the Oval Office as often...
...thousands of articles, hundreds of books and scores of legislative reports, not to mention innumerable recapitulations by local, state, national and international investigative groups. The tale of Attica's prisoner mutiny and massacre nine years ago, though tragic because of its cost of 43 lives, was only a spit in the dark ocean of the prison chronicle...
...years after a messy divorce: the exwife, dressed to kill, encases her maddened curiosity in a ladylike frost. She notices things brutally, and repeats them when she gets home. Mrs. Frances Trollope reported back to England in 1832 that Americans gorge their food with "voracious rapidity"; they swill, guzzle, spit and pick their teeth with pocket knives. In Cincinnati, she related, cows are nonchalantly milked at the house door (a predecessor, no doubt, of the great American custom of home delivery), and pigs enjoy such citizenship that they wander at will, rooting in the street garbage and nuzzling pedestrians with...
...country. Everything, from the reined jet to a sharp-boned and muscular Doberman, jutted sleek, Steinberg angles. Everything, that is, but an unshaven guy snoring in a wood chair propped against a wall with his boots on a table. He wore a Beech-nut "chaw" cap and kept a spit tin on the floor next to the chair. The Doberman sat poised as it grew dark outside, pointing to the jet with sleek, black skin and a sharp snout...