Word: throated
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...regulatory action, are medicated mouthwashes. The panel on drugs used in dentistry found that mouthwashes are generally about as effective as a solution of common salt or even plain water. It suggested that the makers be required to drop claims that their products control breath odor, relieve throat pain or reduce the number of bacteria in the mouth. The washes should be allowed on the market, the panel said, only if they are advertised as "pleasantly flavored solutions...
Sprayed-On Trousers. Jones' manager, Gordon Mills, has a one-word explanation for the fuss: "Sex." That is accurate enough-and the effect is carefully calculated. When Jones growls through a song in a black, bluesy style, the emotion seems to come more from the throat than the heart. The throat itself is a bit suspect: his keening, virile baritone has an alarming tendency to wobble. What seems to matter to female spectators is the way he writhes to a funky beat, tears off his tie, slashes the air rhythmically with both arms and strains his pelvis and thigh...
Long Unsuspected. For virtually every human being outside the womb, rubella is a trivial complaint. It usually causes a mild fever, a fleeting rash, a slight headache, occasionally a cough and a sore throat. Some cases are so mild that they pass unnoticed, yet all apparently confer lifelong immunity. Unlike mumps and common measles, rubella seldom evokes severe ill ness in the 20% of people who escape it in childhood and catch it as adults...
...Irish brogan. He sniffed the air. His glance shifted to the flowers on the coffee tables, skipped from ashtray to ashtray around the small room. Tilting his head back, he peered at the ceiling plaster and moldings. Finally, almost diffidently, he walked up to the counter and cleared his throat. "Yes, sir? What can I do for you?" inquired the receptionist. The spy plunked Fielding's Travel Guide down on the counter. "My name," he announced, "is Temple Fielding. I happen to write this book here. Perhaps you've heard of it. I wonder if I could see the manager...
...down behind me." George raised his eyebrows and smiled his ironic smile, "Man I thought I was finished then. That man reached over me with that big knife and started hackin' at Evan. His wrist kept hittin' my shoulder. Blood was pourin' out all over me. Cut Evan's throat. Then Gilbey ran out of the hall, screamin' and cussin...