Word: strays
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...fist in the face or a knee in the groin are routine asides. The climaxes occur when a gang of hoodlums beats a stray soldier nearly to death, with every kick, blow, chipped tooth, broken bone, and gout of blood and vomit described in detail; when a gang of transvestites and their boy friends get high on gin, Benzedrine and morphine, with every ensuing act of sodomy and fellatio described in detail; when a gang of dockworkers, derelicts and degenerates inflict multiple intercourse upon a prostitute in a parking lot so savagely that she is killed, with every drop...
...five-minute overtimes, the teams traded near-misses without scoring. The closest call came when the Crimson goal was left unguarded as Nat Bowditch rushed out after a stray ball--and overran...
Smooth Sailing. In part, the brisk pace of the session was due to the businesslike approach of four cardinal moderators. Last fall they were often hesitant and unsure; now they are quick to cut off speakers who go be yond their allotted ten minutes or stray from the point. But there was a more important reason for the council's smooth sailing: the growing sense of community and mutual responsibility among the bishops, and the emergence of a theological consensus that is prudently but overwhelmingly progressive. It is now clear that a vast majority of the prelates reject...
Goldwater's nomination may cause some professional Republicans, for their own particular and perhaps understandable reasons, to stray from the national party fold. Among these is New York's Senator Kenneth Keating, up for re-election this year in a northeastern industrial state where Barry has little appeal. Keating has decided to wage his Senate campaign as an "independent" Republican if Goldwater is nominated, and last week he hinted that he might even vote for Lyndon Johnson in November. "I'm a good Republican," said Keating, "but not a hidebound Republican...
...paintings is to hear them. They screech and honk with the aggressive dissonance of city traffic. They have the staccato beat of a pneumatic drill. The strident reds, blues, and yellows blare with neon. And the stray words that seem squiggled from a toothpaste tube onto his paintings are like the hip, harsh expletives that slum kids spew into the summer air. Davis had violence without anger, gaiety without abandon, and his paintings swing and jump with such durable joy that it is as if he had dipped his brush in some eternal fountain of youth...