Word: thickness
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Hoffa let it be known that he was more than willing to return to the house of labor; the only obstacle, said he, was "that dopey, thick-headed Irishman," A.F.L.-C.I.O. President George Meany. To Meany, and even to such friendly A.F.L.-C.I.O. leaders as Walter Reuther ("Reuther is not stupid like Meany"), Hoffa threw down a challenge. Either he would be taken back on his own terms within 18 months or he would form his own federation. Few who heard Hoffa doubted his determination; he had already defied the U.S. Government and forced Jack Kennedy to swallow a campaign...
...They fished last week in the Cascades of the Pacific Northwest, threaded among the prehistoric ruins at Colorado's Mesa Verde National Park, trailed the animals in the Adirondacks, bathed in the cold streams of South Willow Crater in Utah. On the moonscapes of Arizona, in the thick forests of Upper Michigan-wherever the land had managed to preserve its ancient dignity-both tenderfoot and oldtimer paid his respects to grandeur. In return, they absorbed something as ineradicable as it is elusive: the rapture of the spirit in the presence of creation...
...last of the U.S. women was eliminated by the quarter-finals and, in a rare all-British final, dogged Angela Mortimer, 29, who has been after the title for nine years, edged towering (6 ft.) Christine Truman, 20, 4-6, 6-4, 7-5. But before long, McKinley, his thick thighs churning madly and his heavy torso twisting to reach impossible shots, made the gallery take notice of the Yanks...
...they tended to look upon their foreign masters with both humor and indulgence. It was the strange habits of the white men that intrigued them. Hats and shoes were something new, so one Madagascan artist sculpted a colonial wearing nothing else. In the Congo, an anonymous sculptor did a thick-lipped white sailor guzzling a mug of beer. The sailor wears a cap, a striped shirt, and seems properly in uniform-except that he is naked from the waist down...
...himself enters, however, his first lines suggest that we are in for a Macbeth without a Macbeth. And time bears out our suspicion, alas! Pat Hingle, who has done admirable work in contemporary plays, simply is not vocally equipped to cope with a major Shakespearean role. His speech is thick, and his voice lacks music and grandeur. He is careless with his vowels, and we get the impression that Inverness and Dunsinane are really in Colorado and Texas...