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...popular art, smoking was always chic. Fred and Ginger, Bogie and Bacall, every gangster, gunslinger and G.I. used cigarettes to emblematize their suavity, maturity, grit. Kids loved the lordly caterpillar in Disney's Alice in Wonderland, purring, "Whoooo are yooooo?" while blowing his Alpha-Bits smoke rings. For the college set, Jean-Paul Sartre and Edward R. Murrow were the patron saints of nicotine. F.D.R.'s cigarette, in a holder at a jaunty angle, proved him both a dapper patrician and a man of the people, while the . can-do bosses of the public weal sucked on fat cigars. Smoke...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: What's All the Fuming About? | 4/18/1994 | See Source »

...insinuates herself. Rotary-drive hips, and fingers that were probably snapping out rhythms in the cradle. Overstuffed bosom beneath a Pucci dress, $450 shoulder-length brown wig, and eyelashes long enough to rake a lawn with. She coolly surveys the scene and lets fly with a sassafras falsetto: "Whoooo-eeeee! Watch out, honey! Don't you touch me! Don't you ever touch me!" Or: "When you're hot, you're hot; when you're not, you're not." Or her trademark: "What you see is what...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: When You're Hot, You're Hot | 1/31/1972 | See Source »

...years, as students have come to appreciate the Boom-Boom's husky, 150 per cent voice, the kind that anyone can imitate if he doesn't mind being hoarse the rest of the day. Cannon's best song, Palisades Park, is extra-auteur; he owes his place to the "whoooo" of Way Down Yonder in New Orleans, Talla-hassie Lassie, and Transistor Sister...

Author: By Robert P. Marshall jr., | Title: Stylists, Materialists, And A Hierarchy Of Rock | 4/18/1968 | See Source »

...said Adele. Willie tied her wrists to the top bars of the iron bed and lifted her skirt. He felt faint. He glanced at the watch the teacher gave him. Right on time, Willie split Adele's pale belly open from the navel through the vulva. Whoo whooo whoooo...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Lurid Whirlpool | 11/5/1965 | See Source »

...sleep. He turned over in bed once. I tuck him in. I went to sleep. I knew nothing-then the light started in the window. I look in his bed. He is not there. I thought he was in bathroom and call like this, Who-ooo-ooo Tom! Whoooo, Tom! He did not answer. I jump out of my bed. When I did I saw something on the floor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: National Affairs: Death of Walsh | 3/13/1933 | See Source »

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