Search Details

Word: chesting (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first (reverse)


Usage:

...letter of intent" to accept a scholarship. But then he started rereading college catalogues-and decided that Princeton was brainier. "I don't want to end up as just Old Satin Shorts Bradley," he explained at the time. Duke Coach Vic Bubas only sighs and clutches his chest. "Every time I hear his name, I get a sharp pain right here...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: College Basketball: Paying to Play | 12/20/1963 | See Source »

...have neither read T.S. Eliot nor profited by exposure to the likes of William Carlos Williams. The complaint is true, but beside the point. Voznesensky and Evtushenko invite useful comparison not with the sophisticated Western poets of today but with Carl Sandburg singing of the Western plains or the chest-thumping celebrations of Walt Whitman. Like Sandburg, and like the U.S. folk singers who make up rhymes for the freedom riders, the new Soviet poets tend to alternate between lyrical simplicity and passionate rhetoric, as in these excerpts translated in Encounter...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Russia's Writers: After Silence, Human Voices | 12/20/1963 | See Source »

...will feel like lifting. That will be your 'Yes' finger. Then your eyes will feel relaxed, your mouth and lips will feel soft, and your 'Yes' finger will lift." The speaker works downward in a sort of hyp tease, through jaw, neck and shoulders, arms, chest, and abdomen, thighs, legs and feet. "When you feel relaxation in your toes, your 'No' finger will feel like lifting. Whichever finger it is, let it lift...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Psychiatry: Head-to-Toe Hypnosis | 12/20/1963 | See Source »

...whom they try to lasso. And all the while they recollect in flashback the crazy things they did while they were courting-like, say, the time Leo peeled a banana, slipped it in the breast pocket of Jack's best suit, gave him a hearty slap on the chest...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Cinema: Where the Hell Are We? | 12/13/1963 | See Source »

Pale and still easily exhausted, Democratic Governor John Connally last week tried to tend to the business of Texas from a hospital bed in Dallas' Parkland Memorial Hospital. His recovery from the bullet that ripped through his chest, wrist and thigh has been rapid. His punctured lung has re-inflated and is healing beyond all original expectations. Each day he is up and about for a bit longer. Half of the stainless steel wires used to stitch together his torn thigh have been removed. Doctors predicted that the Governor would leave the hospital in a week or so, should...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Nation: Scars | 12/6/1963 | See Source »

First | Previous | 676 | 677 | 678 | 679 | 680 | 681 | 682 | 683 | 684 | 685 | 686 | 687 | 688 | 689 | 690 | 691 | 692 | 693 | 694 | 695 | 696 | Next | Last