Word: trailered
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...floor leaders, each responsible for several states, had a principal deputy in every state delegation. Moreover they were linked by telephone to McGovern's communications trailer, parked outside the convention hall, and to the candidate's "boiler room" at the Doral Hotel. McGovern Aide Rick Stearns briefed all the McGovern delegates for two hours before the convention, then spent another two hours instructing his 250 whips?one for every six McGovern delegates. Said Stearns: "We feared procedural chicanery...
...house were strewn across the highway. Boulders lay haphazardly, and bridge structures were ripped and dangling. It was like nothing I've ever smelled before and hope to God I never do again." Another Journal reporter, Harold Higgins, stood on a bridge and watched a 30-foot house trailer "riding a wave like a surfboard." A woman reported "a Volkswagen floating down the street with the people hanging on and screaming for help...
...women, all women; he wants to capture their souls." Like Utamaro the painter, Mizoguchi wants to capture their souls, to define their ephemeral charm and their intriguing, fascinating beauty. Mizoguchi loves his women as individuals, they are more than mere objects, yet ultimately, as I was informed by a trailer for Women in Love last week, "Love for men is part of life; for women it's a way of life." Why should this attitude seem more pernicious in Ken Russell's film than in Mizoguchi's? Ultimately, perhaps, it's because I as a Westerner can better retain...
...logical place for a convocation of strangers who are terrorized yet basically humane. In the world's judgment, the characters in Small Craft Warnings are seedy derelicts: a strident middle-aged beautician (Helena Carroll) who rarely bathes and whose trailer shack-up is a monosyllabic semi-Neanderthal (Brad Sullivan); a red-headed hooker (Cherry Davis) whose hand is on every man's groin except that of her woefully plastered boy friend (William Hickey); a drunken doctor (David Hooks) who kills when he aborts and a sardonically nihilistic homosexual (Alan Mixon). The world casts stones; Williams applies the balm...
...recall. I took her picture, and she took mine, and we waited for candidates and movie stars to show up. The Yorty lady gave me a button and promised that Sam would be here before the polls closed. Sam never made it, although his red, white, and blue traveling trailer did. As the Yorty lady stepped up into the van she shook my hand, looked at me and said, "I'll never forget you son. And don't lose those gloves; you don't find those in garbage cans, you know...