Word: teething
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...practical efficiency. But in this play the forces of disorder are much the more attractive, and as a result it sometimes has a sad, almost bitter taste. The cheerful performance of Stephen Wailes as the Prince prevents any such thing from happening at Adams House, and so draws the teeth of the play and injures its continuity. The hypocrisy with which he pretends to pretend to insult Falstaff, while actually meaning every word, is completely soft-pedaled, and the play's most multi-edged ironies go with it. Affairs are considerably heartier on that account, but there is nothing self...
...shaft 40 ft. below showed that Moss was trapped by the breadth of his shoulders. Ropes were quickly lowered, but Moss was wedged so tightly that he could not move his arms. More serious, the air in the passage was foul. As hours passed, Moss alternately gritted his teeth and joked with the men trying to help him. An oxygen mask was lowered, but there was not even room enough to fit it over his face. After four hours he became delirious, finally drifted into unconsciousness...
...Bravery, and Parliament passed a law promoting Colonel Grivas to lieutenant general (only the King is a full general), awarded him full pay of $300 a month for life. Political parties besieged him to join them-but he put them off. First he had to rest, to have three teeth pulled and an injured finger treated...
...Laurence Olivier, and a grandmother at 45. Last week trim Lady Olivier slipped on a red satin bathing suit and black mesh stockings, made a slinky, twittery TV debut as Sabina, the talkative, never-say-die seductress-maid in Thornton Wilder's The Skin of Our Teeth. Critical verdict: Vivien once more proved that good legs are a ho-hum show's best means of support...
...Hugh O'Brian (Wyatt Earp), James Garner (Maverick), Chuck Connors (Rifleman), Dale Robertson (Wells Fargo), Clint Walker (Cheyenne)-one day these he-manly specimens were just so many sport coats on Hollywood's infinite rack. The next, they were TV's own beef trust. Their teeth were glittering, their biceps bulging, their pistols blazing right there in the living room; it was more fun, as they say in Texas, than raisin' hell and puttin' a chunk under...