Word: studded
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...scene, for anybody who has indulged in Nevada's favorite public pastime, was familiar. The room was quiet except for the snap of cards, the clack of poker chips and murmuring of the players. At nine tables, the gamblers played stud, low ball, twenty-one or panguingui. The cards were dealt, the winners raked in the pots. Then, at 3:20 p.m., a bugle blew, and all the players got up and went back to their cells. Gambling at Nevada's State Prison in Carson City was closed...
...most improbably successful tunesmith in the U.S. last week was a genial, buckskin-fringed character out of Timbo, Ark. (pop. 100) named Jimmie Driftwood. Six Driftwood royalty-winners-Soldier's Joy, Battle of Kookamonga, Tennessee Stud, Sal's Got a Sugar Lip, The Battle of New Orleans, Sailor Man-were riding the sales charts of pop or country-and-western tunes; in other versions most of them are sung and strummed by Driftwood himself...
...unfair fate for what is perhaps Mr. Williams' major contribution to the theatre, the only reasonable competition being The Glass Menagerie. Sure it contains all the "sick" elements that have become so exhaustively familiar in his more recent work--the mendacity, the liquor, the sex-starved woman, the stud male, and so on. But the most distinctive characteristics of Williams' writing are his vivid and powerful command of language and his fascinating use of rhythmic speech patterns--sometimes lyric, sometimes syncopated like a primitive drum...
...object to Prentice's selling a service of semen for $5 (plus a $5 vet's fee for injection). The associations say there is a danger slip-ups could blur purebred lines. The real reason, says Prentice, is that cattlemen want to preserve their market for high stud fees...
Into this backwater comes a strange, wild-looking lad with ragged clothes and matted hair, who makes the locals look even paler to Pegeen than they did before. But the interloping "playboy" is not, as might be expected, a muscle-brained stud of the William Inge school, but a shy young man who is quite surprised to discover that by splitting open his father's head he has became a hero to everyone within miles of the Flaherty shebeen. "It's great luck and company I've won me in the end of time," he says, "--two fine women fighting...