Word: whammed
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Flaming but unflappable, Clouseau rips off his trench coat, strides to the window and-wham! The chief inspector (Herbert Lorn) bursts through the bedroom door, the bedroom door clouts Clouseau in the suffix, Clouseau takes off as though there were lead as well as copper in his alloy. When next seen he is digging himself out of a gravel driveway two stories below and cringing as the chief inspector scornfully adds insult to injury. "Clouseau!" the old brute bellows. "You're off the case...
...Cancel Bay Plantation in the Virgin Islands began offering a special package for honeymooners: champagne on arrival, free gifts, nine days and eight nights of beachfront living, all meals, a day's shopping in nearby St. Thomas (boat and car transportation included) -all for $158 per person. "Suddenly, wham!" says the manager. "Everything is really moving." Over at San Juan's newly opened, 452-room Americana
Those Foolish Fellows. What makes Mickey so good? Might, mainly. Most lady pros are plunk-plunk, soft, accurate hitters. Mickey is strictly wham-wham, the longest driver in the ladies' game today, perhaps the longest ever. "She hits the ball farther than Babe Zaharias ever did," says Veteran Pro Louise Suggs, "and she gets her distance entirely in the air. Babe got hers entirely on the roll." Mickey averages 225 yds. off the tee, often gets the ball out 270 yds.: with the help of a 40-m.p.h. wind in the Dallas Civitan Open in 1960, she actually overdrove...
...spine from Minnesota to Texas and is opening them at the rate of about 30 a year. Invading a hard-marketing industry in which gas prices are the same and Fina is no different from most other U.S. brands, the U.S. affiliate makes its soft sell way by disdaining wham...
...dozen or so boys are released from their kennel-like pen. They slink up to their empty gruel bowls like wan, spiritless animals. For a long instant, a pang of pathos hangs upon the air. Then the game little troupers raise their obviously steak-fed voices and wham a sappy-happy song, Food, Glorious Food, right up into the dingy rafters...