Word: splay
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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Just before 9 a.m., a dusty yellow bus pulls up to a corner in midtown Manhattan and lets out a dozen black-coated, bearded Hasidic Jews from Brooklyn. Others, similarly dressed, come pouring out of the subway entrance. Swiftly, the narrow, dirty street begins its daily transformation. Pale hands splay rainbows of gems across velvet cloths in store windows, magically making each an entrance to Ali Baba's cave. This is West 47th Street, a tiny world of its own that handles about half of the diamonds entering the U.S. Here brokers play middleman between American buyers...
...glance up at the pressbox perched on top of Harvard Stadium during today's game, you will notice a splay-footed septegenarian promenading up and down the glass booth with a Cheshire Cat grin affixed to his face. This doughty figure is Robert P. Cavileer, who as Harvard's chief football statistician, has been a witness to every Harvard-Yale game since...
...mother a second-generation owner and a trainer, when he looks forward to celebrating his Derby Week birthday every year at Churchill Downs, the dream doesn't seem so farfetched. If, in addition, he has been sitting on horses since his toddler's legs were long enough to splay across a saddle, he would have a natural head start...
First position first. Place heels together and splay the feet until they point in opposite directions. Fine, but keep those legs touching, no bowing at the knees! In passing, note the ripples of protest that exfoliate up from the ankles through knees to outer thighs, the pebbly grind of hip sockets trying to accommodate swiveling joints. Good. Tendons, sinews, muscles and bones should now unite in sending an urgent message to the brain. Ouch! Wait a nanosecond for the translation. Here it comes: "Cut it out, will you? People were not built to stand this way. " Disregard this perfectly valid...
...president, presumably Kennedy, and of Martin Luther King, Jr., while the American public, embodied in a hysterical chorus, shirks all blame for the killings. Society is rather tritely compared to a flock of lemmings, and four women bewail the discontinuity of modern life as they clench and splay their fingers, droning: "Open. Close. Open. Close. No effort... Makes these two movements...