Word: stomps
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...business playing this game. That shot just won't go in." Says Schayes: "I can sense when we've got a team licked. There's a little drooping of the shoulders, a little glassy look in the eye. When you see that, you try to stomp on him and keep him down. Eighty percent of the guys can't come back. Twenty percent can-they're the Pettits, the Robertsons, the Baylors and the Cousys...
...show has its palpable good points -for a starter, George Abbott's direction. When the scarlet ladies, decked out by Cecil Beaton with inspired bad taste, stomp the stage, celebrate the flesh and sneer at the clergy, Tenderloin has a fleering, gamy exuberance. Again, when the stage rocks with the round-dance economics of How the Money Changes Hands, or Ron Husmann rolls out The Picture of Happiness, there is sass and to spare. Jerry Bock's score is better than average, and the Sheldon Harnick lyrics are better than the score...
...Soviet borders. "You send ships along our coasts and planes over Alaska," snapped Thompson. "We aren't interested in Alaska," said Khrushchev piously and then, abruptly, shifted to a renewal of his familiar de mand for a U.S. apology over the U-2 incident. Gesturing as if to stomp on Ambassador Thompson's foot, he declared: "If I step on your foot, you expect me to apologize. Why didn't you apologize for the U2? If you are strong, you can afford to apologize...
...occasion was the annual stomp-and-holler staged by SHARE (Share Happily and Reap Endlessly), a charity for retarded children run by 63 Hollywood wives. The bash was wet, gaudy and bawdy, although there were a few touches straight out of the Ottawa Hills, Ohio, High School Junior prom-such as pink and blue balloons, some personally blown up by the wives, which further confused the week-end-on-Venus decor of Hollywood's Moulin Rouge. Costume dress was optional, but most of the folks came in their work clothes-Gary Cooper in Stetson and Levi's, Barbara...
McCoy springs few surprises. A trim, energetic man at 56, he leads his seven-man band through Hot Lips, Basin Street Stomp, and other items of Dixieland "sugar stuff." The arrangements are as predictable as a TV script, and the sound is unexceptional. With his horn in his right hand and his left hand flashing an outsized diamond as he carves out the rhythms, McCoy demonstrates that he can still make a trumpet caterwaul, growl, wail, or punch out notes of brassy clarity...