Word: wringing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...travels around the country to show himself to local Democratic politicos, Symington uses a soft and amiable sell, makes no effort to wring promises of convention support. The hard selling of Stuart Symington as presidential timber is done by his backers. This week, Missouri Congressman Charles ("Charley") Brown, longtime Springfield adman and television executive, sets out on a 15-state trip to drum up support for Symington. Around the end of November, Missouri's Governor James Blair will depart on a similar missionary trek to sell the Symington cause, especially to Democratic Governors. Symington's behind-the-scenes...
...shows on TV * were horse operas. The networks have saddled up no fewer than 35 of the bangtail brigade, and 30 of them are riding the dollar-green range of prime night time (from 7:30 to 10 p.m.). Independent stations too have taken to the field with every wring-tailed old oat snorter they could rustle out of Hollywood's back pasture. This season, while other shows, from quizzes to comedies, were dropping right and left like well-rehearsed Indians, not a single western left the air. Indeed, 14 new ones were launched, and the networks are planning...
TIME'S touching tale [Feb. 16] of our virtually friendless, lonely and, by implication, hard-working President Eisenhower, who is "grateful for one of the brief journeys back to himself"-meaning grateful for another vacation-would wring tears from a rock...
...years ago or so, I recall, a venerable Harvard graduate, T.S. Eliot, placed on the market a remarkable criticism machine that fairly revolutionized the literary business. This ingenious invention, which closely resembled an old-fashioned washing machine but was of course so very much more than that, could wring out any piece of English prose that a skillful scholar introduced to its slithery maw. The Harvard English Department, never remiss in its respect for venerability, kept the criticism machine in perfect working order, oiling it, polishing it, loving...
Convention Hall roars to the Democratic war song. Red-eyed delegates sing, shout, weep, laugh, wring hands, whale backs and jostle one another in the aisles. Spotlights swing dizzily around the vast room; the convention floor is a riotous sea of waving signs. BANG! BANG! BANG! Permanent Chairman Sam Rayburn thumps endlessly for order: "The sergeant at arms will clear the aisles." Finally, a hush falls. Rayburn smiles for the first time in precisely four years. "Members of the convention!" cries he. "It is my great pleasure to give you the NEXT PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA...