Word: clutching
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Edward M. Gibbens, of Mountain Home, Idaho, took a crash ax, doffed his parachute, perched on the narrow catwalk of the bomb bay and started knocking the bombs loose. As the last one dropped away, Gibbens skidded on the leaking hydraulic fluid and fell. With a frantic, one-handed clutch he caught hold of a bomb rack, slowly and painfully pulled himself back to safety as other crewmen came up to help...
...title back in 1935, but has taken its own aim from there on. The MGMarksmen ring no resounding bell, but they do bag 1) an average musical wartime romance (Private Gene Kelly v. Colonel's-Daughter Kathryn Grayson), 2) a brisk, hefty variety show featuring a clutch of M.G.M. stars and three bands (Kay Kyser, Bob Crosby, Benny Carter), 3) Pianist José Iturbi in his screen debut...
...beaten road stretched ahead, and Adolf Hitler saw it. Even the arrogant intuition could not feel victory: the Führer paid his lip service, but he was not really offering victory. Like Goebbels, Hitler could only tell the German people that, for honor's sake, they must clutch their hearts, march on in faithful discipline toward the precipice...
...Vina Marler Nash, newly married, commented, "It's pretty nice. ... I guess I won't have to go back to school this fall." In Junction City, Kans., Marguerite See, a bus driver, drove with one foot bare, explained, "I can do a smoother job on the clutch...
Next, go to your radio set. Approach the object with all the pent up sneer you can muster. (This last direction is straight from Frend.) Then, with rapidly successive strokes, pluck each shiny tube from its smug receptacle, clutch gleefully in both hands, and with a heinous whoop," or whatever other sound may best express your innermost emotions, smash one at a time against the book-piled desk at which you've sat so many hot nights. After this act of delicious reprisal, grab the nearest blunt weapon, and bludgeon to permanent silence the obstinate object of your electronic muddle...