Word: spun
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...very good play, but it was so noisy, so bouncy, and its wheels spun so fast that most onlookers caught the illusion of movement. Soon after Anger opened last May in London's equivalent of an off-Broadway theater, Playwright Osborne was hailed not only as Britain's angriest young man, but as the theater's rediscoverer of Britain's neglected lower-middle-class snob. Anger's hero, afflicted by a miserable childhood and his flops as a vacuum-cleaner salesman and a bandleader, speaks his outraged pieces on such hallowed British institutions...
Cushing coolly sailed up to the log barrier, examined it, then spun the wheel and headed across the river in order to get speed enough to drive the launch up over the logs. He came surging back in a hail of musket fire that tore off the sole of his left shoe and ripped out the back of his uniform. The boat breasted the logs and hung suspended, just 10 ft. from the muzzle of one of the ironclad's 8-in. guns. Carefully, Cushing lowered the torpedo into position and gently pulled the 25-ft. line that released...
...frankly admitted that their party was hard up and torn by factions. Last week, after 1,120,000 votes swept a Democrat into every available job for the first time in almost a quarter of a century, the leaders of both parties agreed on the main cause: the iron-spun coattails of Michigan's maturing (46) boy wonder, Governor G. (for Gerhard) Mennen Williams...
...second batch of stories which carry the baptism-by-life theme into young manhood are told by a nameless narrator who is serving as a seaman aboard tramp freighters. These show traces of the fogbound, soul-bedeviled yarns that Eugene O'Neill spun in his early one-acters. But what Iowa-born Author Kentfield brings to his best stories, beyond the knack for telling them well, is a front-porch vision of small-town life, talk, fears and dreams as authentic as the creak of the rocker that serves as the observation post...
Cuba for a few hours when the airport was closed, flooded in; roulette wheels spun in the casinos, saucy chippies flirted in the nightspots. But at heart Cubans were sickened, and longed for what .they call-with no clear concept of what it might be-"the solution...