Word: curl
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...Mobile Museum. What revenge Artos takes when he returns to find himself cuckolded may be left to the discovery of readers whose hair does not curl easily. The props with which Author Treece outfits his plot appear to be as accurate as a mobile museum of medieval antiquities, and he is lavish with local color, mostly bloodred. Some will doubtless regret Treece's crockery-clattering upsetting of the old round table. But the fact is that while good King Arthur could exist only in storybooks, Artos the Bear has enough gristle-and-bone reality to have actually galloped across...
Living in the old human conviction that there are no whales like the old whales, the aging athlete usually likes to dream of the good old days when the guys in the game were really tough. He will curl a lip at the new generation, and complain that things and progress are not what they used to be. Then, in the words of that famed righthanded Arkansas philosopher, Jerome Herman Dean, he will ask himself, "What the hell is?"-and go back to his dreams...
...pitches, was badly bruised, and his batting average sank to .207. He wondered whether he would ever play again. After a while, the hand was partially paralyzed. This spring, after an operation, he was back. Two fingers of his left hand were still stiff, but, said he: "I can curl them around a bat handle, and that's what counts." At a gathering of baseball writers not long ago, the grand ballroom of New York's Waldorf-Astotfia resounded with a special song in his honor (to the tune of O Sole...
...Curl of Smoke. Moroccans did, after their fashion. On Bastille Day, Moroccan flags flew alongside the French Tricolor, the streets were thronged with French and Moroccan strollers, and the cafe terraces were packed...
...Mers Sultan when a three-wheeled delivery motorcart pulled up be fore the Café Gonin, crowded with Europeans sipping apéritifs while they waited for the street dancing to begin. Two Moroccan teen-age youths climbed off the motorcycle and walked away. Minutes later, somebody noticed a curl of smoke coming from the motorcycle. Two European youths lifted up the canvas cover and peered in. There was a deafening explosion. Café Gonin's terrace became a mass of writhing, bloody bodies. Six Europeans were dead, 35 wounded...