Word: trice
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...readers of the Sunday Times." Cassandra (William Connor), London Daily Mirror columnist, was moved by amusement: "Now Tony Snowdon, as the Observer calls him [to Cassandra, Tony was 'a royal Dicky-bird'], has flown from Kensington Palace to the jungle that is Fleet Street. In a trice, the macaws, the parrots and other screaming birds in the inky undergrowth have set up a-screeching and a-yelling that splits the eardrums...
...painter, Klein took to art after briefly trying his hand at training race horses in Ireland and then at professional judo wrestling in Japan. He found that working with brushes was too finicky, so he bought himself a paint roller that could cover even the biggest canvas in a trice. In time, when rollers proved a bore, he hit upon the idea of smeared models, whom he calls "living brushes." With this technique, Klein does not have to touch the painting at all: "I want to be the umpire between the canvas and the animal, vegetable and mineral kingdoms...
...best to keep his hometown troubles out of the papers (he urged newsmen not to cover the school integration story for three days), New Orleans' handsome Mayor de Lesseps ("Chep") Morrison made news himself in Manhat tan. In town to attend a conference of U.S. mayors, in a trice he found himself in the Stork Club and the clinging arms of Perennial Siren Zsa Zsa Gabor. Later, asked what they had talked about, Zsa Zsa seemed surprised at the question. "Of course," she said, "we talked about the problems of the South...
...Emir who wants more oil, and a berobed old Britisher with a patch over one eye and a theory that, by Allah, there is petroleum under a certain unpromising patch of ground. The old fellow's bastard son shows up, learns to be an oil geologist in a trice, and shortly is locked in mortal combat with his father. It is this son who defends the fort, and he would be there yet, pinging away with his Enfield at the emir's thugs, if the Trucial Oman Scouts had not fetched him out. They are a dandy plot...
...thing we both want most-a divorce." Instead, though, Lothario Lahr settled for a whirl at the posh Murmuring Sands Hotel and the charms of a predatory female who invites him skindiving. "You do snorkel?" she asked. "Oh, fluently," replied Lahr with outrageous, beady-eyed insouciance, and in a trice he has filled out a preposterous, knee-length bathing suit. With a meddling, mixed-metaphored assist from Comedienne Doro Merande ("Don't jump the gun half-cooked"), Lahr got away with bushels of bad jokes ("I was married, but now I'm estranged." "I'm a stranger...