Word: twirled
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...dust of two centuries was wiped clean, the hard wax seal was delicately chipped from the neck, and with surgical precision the ancient cork was drawn in one piece. Then a thimbleful of bright, golden liquid was poured into a small, tulip-shaped glass. A patrician sniff, a twirl of the glass, the first sip, and then the pronouncement: "Rather like a fine sherry. Medium dry. But a lot of tang to it, a lot of spirit showing through. Remarkable...
Tomatoes/Potatoes. In her house the walls, telephones and pianos are always white, the butler is always comic, and her escort perennially in top hat and tails, ready for a twirl. Love is the only problem she knows, and that is a somewhat half-witted affair, its contretemps based on misunderstandings that a TV-trained three-year-old could settle in seconds. The battle of the sexes is either mock or bittersweet; one lyric says it all: "We should be like a couple of hot tomatoes/But you're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes." All this is sexy...
...life he is a suburban dude and a sort of all-round schlemiel. Between (and sometimes during) takes, he is horse-shy, allergic to sagebrush, and as rugged as Mr. Peepers. But the sight gags are inventive, and the dialogue is literate. The only other situation comedy worth a twirl is That Girl (ABC), a sort of My Sister Eileen, starring Danny Thomas' saucy daughter Mario. She is much snappier than her material, and at 26 is unmistakably a hot new talent...
...injuries began to take their toll in the later events. Yale shut Harvard out in the 220-yard dash and then won the triple jump and the discus. Yale's Rich Mattes led with a twirl of only 142' 3 1/2". Harvard's Bruce Hendendal was second at 140' 7 1/2" and Ajootian, who set a freshman record this year with a have of 166' 11", could only manage a third place finish...
After five hours of uninterrupted whoopdedoo, Bandleader Lee Evans pointedly played The Party's Over-over and over. After five reruns he switched to Hello, Dolly!, Lyndon's campaign theme. That was a mistake. Johnson jumped up for a quick twirl around the floor-and then seven more. What could Evans do? In desperation, the band plunged Deep in the Heart of Texas. The crowd clapped for more. Finally, at 3 a.m., Evans struck up Good Night Ladies, and with its dying strains Lyndon Johnson reluctantly left the floor. Next year he can expect King Frederik...