Word: walke
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...claimed that hospital nurses delayed Christopher's birth by pressing a towel against his head for twelve minutes-thus allowing the tardy doctor to arrive and collect his fee. As a result, the child allegedly suffered loss of oxygen to the brain. He will never be able to walk or talk or learn...
...Franklin P. Adams said: "Middle age occurs when you are too young to take up golf and too old to rush up to the net." Today's middle-agers not only dot the greens, they vault the net. They sail, ski, waterski, skin-dive and spelunk. They swim, walk and climb. They fish, hunt, camp and swarm all over the great outdoors from Big Sur to Cape Cod. They are a participating rather than a spectator generation...
...telephone seems a constant source of confusion. Somehow, a homicide detective on duty at the dead nurses' apartment got the impression that he was talking to Cook County Coroner Andrew Toman, and he started spilling all the gory details of the crime-until he saw Toman walk into the room. Whereupon he slammed down the receiver in embarrassment. Somehow, Suspect Richard Speck's mother in Dallas got the idea that she was talking to a lawyer hired to defend her son. She gushed information meant to help build his case. The banner headline over Romy's story...
...sinologue, in the first history of the subject printed in the West. The bound foot, says Levy, was both a means of hobbling women and an emblem of conspicuous leisure. Only a man of means, the Chinese thought, could afford a wife so badly crippled that she could hardly walk. Yet the principal appeal of the practice may come as a shock to Westerners. Levy states flatly that footbinding survived, despite its anatomical and emotional horrors, because the Chinese for more than a thousand years were a nation of foot fetishists who adored the pedicule with a peculiar passion...
Literature was conscious of no loss when Britain's Denton Welch died in 1948 at the age of 33. A gaunt, gifted art student, he had been invalided at 20 when a motorist crashed into his bicycle, fracturing his spine. Often unable to paint, scarcely able to walk, he took up his pen and wrote two books of stories, two fictionalized autobiographies of boyhood, a lengthy journal and this brilliant, terrible novel. Published in England in 1950, it received scant attention; but critics have recently recognized Welch's memoir as a minor masterpiece, and it has now been...