Word: teare
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Dates: during 1950-1950
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...clocks that wouldn't run. A cold, aggressive Duke had killed time seven years before, wiped his bloody blade upon his beard, and left time lying there on the cold stones of Coffin Castle, bleeding hours & minutes, while he hurried off in search of a kitten to tear apart or a handsome young prince to feed to his geese...
Cambridge police became irate when some student border guards would not let citizens cross the mythical line. Armed with tear gas bombs and hand grenades, the police repulsed the students. And the matter ended there...
...concert started cold, but it didn't take the full house of fans long to warm up. Benny gave the beat for Don't Be That Way. From then on, as Benny himself remembers it, "they were shrieking. They wanted to tear the place down." For three solid hours it went on, through One O'Clock Jump, Dixieland One-Step, I'm Comin' Virginia, Shine, Big John's Special. A roar went up after Trumpeter Harry James's first solo. There were screams after Benny's first liquid clarinet work, and Pianist...
...want to kiss him and the men want to hug him. They hold up their little babies to him . . . their own flesh & blood. What do those babies know of Hoppy? . . . Nothing ... but the men & women want Hoppy to see those kids. Crowds never pull at Hoppy or try to tear his clothes. If they start pushing, I just say, 'Now kids ... be good kids'-I call them all kids, grown-ups and all-and they settle down." After a moment he added moodily: "Sometimes I can feel hands all over me when I get home-but they...
...more. Playwright Crabtree has not only given himself a whale of a part, but has depicted himself as one hell of a guy. The only snag is that he comes through as almost nothing of a writer. Nor is his technique of winking one eye while wiping a tear from the other, of crossing soap-opera passion with backstage pranks, more than rarely a help. He has merely opened Pandora's box in Mother Hubbard's cupboard...