Word: twisting
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...about 2:30 a.m., he stopped at a garage to gab for an hour with one of his strippers and her boy friend, a Dallas cop, and about 4 he turned up in the composing room of the Dallas Times Herald, where he performed on a "twist-board," a swiveling exercise apparatus, which he was trying to promote...
...gatherum of the civilizations that have passed its way since Hercules rent Europe from Africa and made the Rock one of his Pillars. On the soft Mediterranean air, jasmine and mimosa mingle with the aroma of frying pescado and chips; from back alleys float shreds of flamenco music, tourist twist and the dogged strains of Methodist choir practice (Rock of Ages is a Gibraltarian favorite). Helmeted native bobbies impartially ogle vacationing English shopgirls, off-duty African belly dancers, and the Midwestern matrons among the 240,000 visitors who stop off there by sea each year...
...over the large smile arches an orange mustache such as a man might hang his hat on. The hat, set over at a country angle, is Tyrolean and supports a bright little brush that stands eternally erect. The jacket is tweed and reeks of Irish fog and Irish twist and good green Irish whisky...
...doubtful that Elizabeth Gurley Flynn had much influence on policy, for she was an agitator and orator rather than a Marxist dialectician or thinker. She wrote a chattily reminiscent column in the Daily Worker called "The Life of the Party," and always proved able to follow obediently every twist and turn of the party line. After the U.S. Supreme Court struck down the act denying passports to Communists, 74-year-old Elizabeth Gurley Flynn was free to travel to the Soviet Union as a guest of the Kremlin, and there to die of a clot in the lung artery...
...Angeles' trial lawyer Gladys Towles Root, 58, is a one-woman courtroom spectacular. Fuchsia, fire engine and living lava are her favorite colors. Feathers and furbelows rise to Alpine proportions above her peroxide French twist. Her earrings would make a Ubangi wince, and her defense of the Sinatra kidnaping last February was equally gaudy. "The evidence," said she, "is that Frank Sinatra Jr. was running the show. How, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, do you like that?" Not much they didn't, and a Los Angeles grand jury last week decided they thought Gladys a bit much...