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...done away with so that, in the words of the community's code, "all are entitled to the same privileges, advantages and respect." Private property is forbidden, except for such things as books and clothing, and even with that loophole, most members draw their clothing, right down to their underwear, from a massive community closet. No one is allowed to boast of individual accomplishments, to gossip ("negative speech") or to be intolerant of another's beliefs...
...then suddenly, this corpulent type is ripping his dress shirt off his sweating body, and, hell, what's that he's got on? O my God, a strike T-shirt! This guy's out there dancing in his underwear with a big, red fist stencilled on his belly. And, you could hear the tempo quicken, and everyone gulp down another drink, and throw themselves into saving abandon...
...McKinley, five University of Oregon students and two teen-agers called it quits. But as the climbers saw it, the trip was hardly a waste of time. At the 17,200 ft. level they found heaps of junk discarded by previous climbers-ski bindings, socks, even underwear-plus tons of paper blown round the mountain by 100 m.p.h. winds that rake its frigid slopes...
...result, Rags at its second-best, often explores the underbelly of the established culture it resents better than it extols the merits of the counter culture hanging over the Western horizon. Articles on Frederick Mellinger, Hollywood's successful purveyor of sexy underwear; MacFadden-Bartell Publishing, publishers of True Story, Photoplay, and True Confessions; and corporate dress codes, from Bonwit's to United Airlines to California's Jeans West; are often fascinating, despite their sometimes under-researched, often slightly censorious poses. At least Rags has a firm clinch on its enemies. And its rather foolish compulsion to overkill with a succession...
...wordlessly across the stage at discreet intervals. In just that role Bob Guaraldi, as Alf the Red Retriever (remember Alph the sacred river in Coleridge's "Kubla Khan"?), could not be more ridiculous or more lovable. His costume alone is enough to do the trick: he sports long red underwear, a large fur coat, a bright red nose and great, comfortable-looking boots, the better to clomp with. Each character flirts with everyone else, but Alf manages to be the most open about it, sitting down beside May Wish and howling appealingly...