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Word: winded (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1960-1969
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...step on a dud line so that it explodes, but he has to work so hard to be playful that it kills the fun. Apart from Hackett, only Luba Lisa comes out of this Coney Island carnage with talent and personality arrestingly intact. Moving like a sexy-hexy wind-up doll, with the voice of a Jewish Chatty Cathy and the body of Salome, she gives the impression of being cheerfully in debt to the whole male race as she waits for the next man to garnishee her itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, pom-pom green intime bikini...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Theater: Carnage at Coney | 12/25/1964 | See Source »

HERBERT KALLEM-Roko, 867 Madison Ave. at 72nd. Kallem once shared a studio with Stage Funnyman Zero Mostel (who paints too), is clever enough himself to provoke smiles with plumbing fixtures, pipes, and scrap iron that wind up as owls and other witty figments of his imagination. Through...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Art: Art in New York: Dec. 18, 1964 | 12/18/1964 | See Source »

Indeed, the demand for change was in the wind throughout the party. A meeting of House Republicans scheduled for this week could well result in the displacement of House Minority Leader Charles Halleck, 64, a symbol of conservatism and aging leadership...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Republicans: Clearing the Underbrush | 12/18/1964 | See Source »

...Australia's Ron Clarke, 27: a wind-whipped, three-mile race at Melbourne's Olympic Park, in the world-record time of 13 min. 7.6 sec.-clipping 2.4 sec. off the old mark held by New Zealand's Murray Halberg, who trailed Clarke through the tape by 150 yds. Peter Snell failed in his attempt to break his own world record for the mile (3 min. 54.1 sec.), still clocked 3 min. 57.6 sec.-the eleventh time the muscular New Zealander has cracked...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Scoreboard: Who Won Dec. 11, 1964 | 12/11/1964 | See Source »

...estuary of black swans," Anthea imagines herself standing on the promontory that is covered by paperbark trees, near enough to see the writhing of the black necks. "Did she altogether want? Or touch the papery bark, flaking down, down around the grey dunny,* into opalescent scales. Sun and wind, to say nothing of moonlight, had worked upon the paper-barks. Better to watch without becoming involved in any process of skin. She withdrew her hand, finally, out of reach of further experience...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Voices of Silence | 12/11/1964 | See Source »

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