Word: staining
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Because Bobby's blood made a stain on the soft green wall-to-wall carpet, Diana dashed into his bedroom for a quilt to cover his body. Then, rifle loaded for the next shot of planned mercy, she sat down and waited until her mother drove up half an hour later and started up the walk. "I saw then that there was no way I could shoot her without her seeing me, and I didn't want her to see me shoot her, so I yelled at her not to come in the house. I didn...
Mothers of River City! Watch for the telltale signs of corruption. The moment your son leaves the house does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee? Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger? A dime novel hidden in the corn crib? Is he memorizing jokes out of Capt. Billy's "Whiz Bang"? Are certain words creeping into his conversation? Words like "swell" and "so's your old man"? If so, my friends-ya got Trouble...
...emphasis on speed and convenience has attracted millions of new customers. The oldtime mudpacks have been replaced by Pond's 37-second face cream; Mrs. Potter's walnut-juice stain, a turn-of-the-century hair dye, has given way to Roux's five-minute hair rinse. The squeeze bottle and the aerosol container have revolutionized the use of old products, led to new ones, e.g., hair spray, which has grown to an $84 million business in only seven years...
...adjutant. Over the ghastly scene the snowy Carpathians loom like symbols of nature's indifference. But Heinrich neither needs nor uses literary symbolism. With a spare, brutal directness of language, he is able to show how men fight and die, convey the pressing of a trigger, the spreading stain of blood in the snow. Crack of Doom makes one thing overpoweringly clear: Infantryman Heinrich was there, and he didn't miss a thing...
...pushed the bedside buzzer for Cook Zephyr Wright to bring up his tomato juice, pink Texas grapefruit, venison sausage (made from a deer Johnson shot last fall) and half a cup of Sanka. He devoured his breakfast, along with the latest Congressional Record, its ink still wet enough to stain his fingers. By 7:30 he was in the bathroom, working on his leathery brown face with an electric razor. "Bird," cried he through the doorway to "Lady Bird," his wife. "I like to count my blessings...