Word: watchfully
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Monk was back in the Bentley when the cops arrived, and he held fast to the steering wheel when they tried to pull him out?on the Monkish ground that he had done nothing to deserve their attention. Even though the baroness shrieked to watch out for his hands, the furious cops gave his knuckles such a beating that he bears the lumps to this day. The baroness took the rap for "some loose marijuana" found in the trunk, but after three years' legal maneuvering she was acquitted. No narcotics charges were placed against Monk, but because of the scandal...
Still and all, Beyond The Fringe boasts a smashing script which sticks everyone from Beethoven to Christine Keeler right in the bloody ribs, where it tickles and hurts. Ideally, hop down to New York and watch the authors act it with Beatle spirit, yet Macmillan-dry. Otherwise, buy the record. It's out on Capital...
...interested in both the physical and emotional care of the child, and I also wanted to write a book that did not scold the parent. Too many authors say 'Don't do this, you'll harm the child; watch out, you'll kill the child ...' I wanted to encourage and reassure mothers...
There are enough holes in this strategy to sink a small destroyer and more than enough to sink Cassius Clay. For one thing, Liston is not going to stand in the center of the ring for seven rounds and watch Cassius dance around him, nor will he madly chase a fleeting shadow. Sonny stalks his prey with the relentless drive of a Sherman tank. Anyone who saw the second Liston-Patterson travesty noticed that Sonny is not slow; slower than Clay, yes, but certainly agile and savvy enough to catch Cassius in a corner...
...precipitous slope, and the first freeze finds them strapping skates on wobbly ankles and pretending they are Gordie Howe. But of all the sundry forms of midwinter madness, nothing quite matches that of the iceboater. He may spend the summer sprawling in the cockpit of a Star or Lightning, watching the waves lap gently against his hull, sniffing the sea breeze, and reading John O'Hara. But just let the water turn to ice. Out come the brandy, the long Johns, the parka and the racing goggles-and, lordy, watch his smoke...