Word: sputterings
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...Fields, though his humour is more often bellowed than muttered. Guinness brings an easy-going dignity to the role of Disraeli, and makes a stirring speech in the one brief House of Commons scene. In the part of Queen Victoria, Irene Dunne seems rather awkward and is inclined to sputter, especially when addressing "Mr. Tsraeli...
...Sputter & Stall. It took a while for the crowd of 101,000 in Philadelphia Municipal Stadium (and for millions of TV and radio fans) to realize that a fired-up Navy team was playing with the fantastic conviction that it could actually beat Army. But the crowd began to get Navy's idea early in the second quarter. After recovering an Army fumble, the Middies ground out 33 yards in four plays, with Zastrow barging the last seven through a barndoor hole in the Army line for a touchdown...
Army roared back upfield with the following kickoff, only to sputter and stall again as Navy stopped the Cadet runners dead in their tracks. In the closing minutes of the half, Navy went 63 yards for touchdown No. 2, with Zastrow heaving a looping 30-yard pass to End Jim Baldinger, who clawed it away from an Army man in the end zone...
...board a plane for Tunis, Couturiere Elsa Schiaparelli tried to explain why she was carrying with her $1,485 in undeclared U.S. bills (which were confiscated), plus several items of jewelry which she had reported stolen the previous week. Released after six hours of questioning, she could only sputter: "I am furious." Later, she told newsmen that she hadn't bothered to report the jewels' recovery because the main item, a set of diamond pins on a chain, valued at $5,714, was still missing. As for the money, she thought she had a right to do with...
...corner of his 286-acre farm, Joe joined a crowd of several hundred oil scouts, brokers, geologists and gawking neighbors around the tin-hatted crew working the rig on a 128-ft. oil derrick. As Joe and they watched, there was a cough and a sputter; then a stream of oil shot out 30 ft. and poured into the mud sump pit. Joe York rubbed his hands in the oil, smelled it and smiled. "I guess I won't have to go back to milking those Jersey cows," he said. The oil scouts took but one look...