Word: sprayings
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1950-1959
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...Thayer (Ted) Watkins, 18. of Denver. The son of a factory worker and a waitress, Ted worked his way summers as a dishwasher, salad cook, spray painter and apprentice engineer in a local rubber factory. In his spare time he puttered about his school laboratory over such experiments as determining the nitrogen in wheat and recovering the tin from tin cans. Had it not been for his $2,000-a-year scholarship. Ted could have earned a degree only by going to school at night. Now he is studying to be a chemical engineer at M.I.T...
...Just walk through that door to the rear of the stage and wait for directions," said the round man at the side entrance of the Opera House as he checked our identification. Mr. Nordus, with a spray of flags across the lapel of his tails that made him look like a distinguished veteran of the Pacific campaign rather than the conductor of the Ballet Orchestra, stepped aside as we filed in. He was in the process of greeting Boston friends or relatives in a flurry of Danish, ending up with "I'll see you later...
Married. Guy Mitchell. 29. (real name: Al Cernik), beefy songbird of films (Red Garters) and records; and blonde Else Sorensen, 22, Danish-born cupcake who wore only a smile and a spray of roses when she posed for Playboy magazine's September Playmate (see PRESS); he for the second time, she for the first; in Bay St. Louis, Miss...
...once, the Detroit River came alive. Flippant rooster tails of spray arced high as six hopped-up speedboats zippered the straightaway and skittered hell-bent for trouble toward the first turn of the Gold Cup race for unlimited hydroplanes. The last heat boiled into a catfight between two river belles-Miss Thrijtway, a neat cream, orange and white number from Seattle, and Miss Pepsi, a Detroit brawler all tricked out in red, white and blue...
...clear, quiet prose, Berger wrote the most moving account of all. At last, wrote Berger, "it was nine minutes after ten under a brilliant summer sky when the Andrea Doria, in a final plunge, went down in 225 feet of water, her hull glistening, her shroud a rain of spray caused by her violent death . . . There was no sound from the rescue ships, only a murmur, a sound...