Word: thrustingly
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...dizzying array of Goldwater-for-President buttons, heaved against him as he tried to push his way through. "God bless you!" they cried. "The country needs you, Barry!" they yelled. "I want to shake your hand! You're the only real Republican in the running!" A man thrust a book under his nose shouting "Autograph my Bible!" and handed him a copy of Barry's credo, The Conscience of a Conservative...
Some 40 ft. below the roiling water, a grinning redhead, wearing the two stars of a rear admiral, thrust his way through the crowded companionway of the Fleet Ballistic Missile Submarine George Washington and clapped her skipper, Commander James Osborn, on the back. Then, just to prove it was all routine, Rear Admiral William Raborn Jr., boss of the Navy's Polaris project, gave orders to get ready for a second shot before a proud succinct message was sent to President Eisenhower in Newport: "Polaris, from out of the deep to target. Perfect." In a second message to Admiral...
...next year. Signora Buitoni. an ex-coloratura soprano who knows all about Giovanni's booming arias, will attend his operatic debut. "After that," quipped Buitoni. "she will probably fly to Europe to avoid the noise." . . . Winging into Paris' Orly Airport, Boston Matron Rose Kennedy, 70. was forthwith thrust into a quarter-hour TV interview, proved as nimble as Son Jack in verbal fencing-although one listener described her French as "not so fractured as it sounded fried in bacon grease." A partial translation of the session: Q.: And your son, Madame, does he know well the problems...
...performances of even so familiar a score as Mozart's Eine kleine Nachtmusik often have the effect of surprise-not because of any personal eccentricities, but because Davis has the gift of illuminating faded colors and of silhouetting the thrust of familiar line and phrase...
...Olympic track-and-field trials in Abilene, Texas last week, the most conspicuous onlooker was a chunky, intense young Negro with a pencil-thin mustache, who seemed to be all over the field. Between races, he paced the infield grass incessantly. At the finish line, hands clenched, chest thrust forward, his face a mask of rigid concentration, he pantomimed the runners breaking the tape. When the trials were over, the results were surprisingly good, and the credit belonged largely to 29-year-old Edward S. Temple, coach of Tennessee State University's "Tigerbelles...