Word: spitted
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...When you see that man," the mother instructed her young son, "spit at him." The man was Thomas F. Nevins, an assistant superintendent of the New York City board of education. The mother was one of 65 parents who for three days had forced their way into Jackson Heights' P.S. 149, children in tow, to protest the compulsory exchange of students between the previously all-white school and one predominantly attended by Negroes six blocks away...
...coming up from Richmond) came Rookie Pitcher Mel Stottlemyre, 22, to win nine crucial games, including the eleventh in the Yank streak, a two-hit shutout during which he personally outdid Washington batsmen with five singles, two R.B.I.s. Over from Cleveland came Pedro Ramos, the Cuban "palm-bailer," meaning spit-bailer: he won one game and saved five others-including two against Cleveland last week...
...minuters. Both are consecrated to the presentation of heroic deeds. Twelve O'Clock High, derived from the novel and movie of the same name, is about men who flew B-17s in World War II. Robert Lansing is the central figure-a flying general named Savage, who can spit 220 nails a minute. "I'm going to make you lay square eggs," he told one of his pilots last week. "I'm going to hand you a copilot who's all thumbs, a bombardier who can't hit his plate with his fork, a navigator...
...State Highway 70 through country so studded with lakes that the road seems a bridge, and so rich in woods that they spill right up to the road's edge until the turnoff at Eagle River onto U.S. 45. U.S. 460 in Indiana meanders over hills only a spit away from Kentucky to the Lincoln Boyhood National Memorial, which includes the site of the log cabin where the young Lincoln studied by candlelight, and the grave of his mother, Nancy Hanks. Farther along is the New Harmony settlement, a 19th century Utopian experiment that has been memorialized...
Unknown to the modern young is the pungent incense of punk and the acrid reek of exploded salute. Not even the harmless, dancing crackle and spit of lady crackers, limp in their red-gold Oriental wrappings, has lifted their Fourth-of-July hearts-not to mention the delicious danger of the thrown cherry bomb, or the thrilling thop-thop of the handheld, Roman candle...