Word: sweatingly
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...unassuming. Money, for its own sake, is apparently unimportant. He still lives in a nondescript northwest neighborhood in Detroit, in a plain brick house that he bought in 1939 for $6,800. A man of simple tastes, he always wears white socks because colored ones "make my feet sweat." Says Harold Gibbons: "Remember, Jimmy doesn't smoke, drink or chase women." As a matter of fact, he doesn't even drink coffee...
...spit-&-polish naval attache who takes over the refloated ship after the Amethyst's captain dies of his wounds, Richard Todd is so convincing that the movie conveys a real-thing flavor. It car ries all the blood-and-sweat conviction of a candid film chronicle made on the spot...
...novelist by trade, sat in a New Jersey inn, talking amiably with two companions and sipping his favorite drink, an ice-cold, bone-dry martini with lemon peel. An animated party of four came in and sat down at the next table. The handsome man shifted uneasily. Beads of sweat pebbled his forehead as he stole a shy half-glance at the strangers. Abruptly, like a swimmer surfacing for a gasp of air, he got up, grabbed his drink and pivoted toward an untenanted dining area in the rear, taking his tablemates in tow with the muttered words...
...this day. oldtime graduates of Richardson's don't-come-back-without-it school tremble at his name. Says Richardson Alumnus Robert W. Kenny, former California Attorney General: "The palms of my hands still sweat when I talk to that man on the phone." Though his rages often tied the city room in knots. Richardson's intuitive ability to smell out sensational news and get it covered has given "the Examiner's news columns a high luster. In the still unsolved Black Dahlia killing and the Overell murder, Richardson was usually a leap ahead...
...left, the banks of the Charles, bathed in the soft light of a July evening, were covered with an undulating mass of human bodies, and the romantic mixture of perfume and sweat nauseated him slightly. "Obscenity everywhere," thought Vag, and he slowly turned up Plympton Street, feeling a bit out of place in such a cruel setting...