Word: sprouting
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...town begins to sprout posters, street banners, window cards and bumper stickers announcing the impending crusade. Typical of the Graham team's meticulous know-how is the way its members tackled the matter of bumper stickers. First they tested the different methods of attaching a sign to a bumper-string, elastic, clips, hooks, adhesive. Having decided adhesive was most lasting, they began testing surfaces, determined on a kind called "Dayglo" which shines in sunlight or headlight. Dayglo comes in single, double and triple screen, hence more testing and the decision to use double. To find the best adhesive, lots...
...Skeeter, a likable 14-year-old who lives with his illiterate uncle in a shack on the edge of a Mississippi swamp. Life is simple to the point of vacuity-a little huntin', a little fishin', some wood cuttin' when the groceries run low. "Swamp sprout" that he is, Skeeter dreams mostly of a "li'l old" shotgun. Uncle Jesse has his dream too: he's going to get him a set of "Roebuckers" (false teeth) so he can "eat me a bait of hicker' nuts" and "enough roasting ears to kill a goat...
...goes on forever. In this, his 28th cinemusical, the patriarch (54) of hard-shoe goes on right handsomely with the help of a new partner who can fill the shoes-and the nylons-of the best of Astaire's former dancing partners. Cyd Charisse is a sinuously lovely sprout who has elegantly survived the trampling of regiments of chorus boys in a half-dozen movie ballets. Now, with Astaire at the hip, she finally has a full-fledged dancing-and-speaking part, not that she has to speak to get the audience's attention...
Every four years, the nation develops a fetish for meetings. Smoke belches forth from numerous rooms, buttons sprout like the artificial green carnations of March 17, and purveyors of the Teleprompter wax fat. This year, meeting-goers spat out their melange of denunciations in greater quantity, greater volume, and into a greater number of ears than ever before...
Every four years, the nation develops a fetish for meetings. Smoke belches forth from numerous rooms, buttons sprout like the artificial green carnations of March 17, and purveyors of the Teleprompter wax fat. This year, meeting-goers spat out their melange of denunciations in greater quantity, greater volume, and into a greater number of ears than ever before...