Word: spouted
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...that blew across the city. He stood up and walked to a hill at the edge of the lot. And there he saw-he was sure he did-the Virgin Mary. She told him to pray. She promised to return on 16 nights, and then to make a well spout from the hill-just like the miraculous spring in The Song of Bernadette, which had played at the neighborhood theater...
...uranium nucleus splits into barium and krypton atoms, which are highly excited, unstable and artificially radioactive. They throw off gamma and beta radiation, and finally, in an effort to lose mass, they spout neutrons. If these neutrons are slowed by such substances as graphite, paraffin, heavy water or ordinary water, they will touch off other uranium nuclei. In a tiny fraction of a second the reaction will run through a good-sized sample of uranium, containing trillions of atoms, and the result will be a cataclysmic blast...
...basic items of Schaible's wonderful kitchen ("Costs no more than a good six-room house") are a 105-mm. twin-spout faucet, jutting formidably from a revolving turret in the center of the kitchen; and a glistening floor which is at once a swimming pool, ice rink, washing machine, merry-go-round and giant strainer. (Schaible's chief products: faucets and strainers.) Other wonders...
...from beginning to end, is a surpassingly better picture. Its horror is compounded by its setting: an exquisitely commonplace family in a familiar small California town. Mama (Patricia Collinge) is a fluttery hen whose family has become too much for her. The kids have begun to read novels and spout homilies to their parents. Papa (Henry Travers) and his crony (Hume Cronyn) are detective-story fans who get together every night after supper to trade amiable schemes for murdering each other. And daughter (Teresa Wright) is at the moonstruck age when she cannot bear the family's dullness...
Though the play recaptures Anderson's old simple virtues, it reveals some of his ingrained faults. He has resisted for the nonce his usual high-flown poetizing, or at any rate put it to half-comic use by letting an absurd Southern private spout Byron, Keats, Arnold, T. S. Eliot. But Anderson is sometimes wordy even in prose. Now and then he overworks his pathos. He throws in a jarring dream sequence. "His taste sometimes falters. Fortunately his theme, like a horse more astute than its rider, saves him from ever getting too far off the road...