1960s dance, with "the"

Usage examples of monkey.

The Pope would die and the circus would actually begin with the tawdry tinkle of the hurdy-gurdy and monkeys on chains, the trumpet fanfare of a Fellini movie and the clowns and all the freaks and aerialists joining hands, dancing, capering across the screen.

If four particles of an agent in a given volume of air killed at least 50 percent of the monkeys exposed to an aerosol, we could assume that ten particles would have an equally lethal effect on human beings.

When we exposed monkeys to an aerosol of the highly virulent India-1, they contracted smallpox within one to five days.

Little monkeys, she muttered affectionately, recalling the scene which had been enacted in the driveway a short while before.

She imagined the smell of the rain forest and the chatter of monkeys, the rustle of agoutis, the slither of anacondas, the screech of macaws.

Short-chain aliphatic compounds are elaborated by female monkeys in response to estradiol, and these are of consuming interest to the males.

The silence was scarcely disturbed by the howling of jaguars and the chattering of the monkeys, the latter appearing to particularly irritate Master Jup.

Captain Audion, Harold Smith knew that whatever his carefully laid plans had been, Remo had thrown a monkey wrench into them by disabling KNNN.

I gave the monkey wide berth, nearly knocked into a huge betasselled sombrero someone had perched on a marble bust of the third Duke, avoided the peculiar green drink thrust in my direction by a woman dressed predominantly in beads and fringe, and escaped.

The young engineer, closely followed by Bim, walked for several blocks without seeing or hearing anything of the runaway monkey.

I am the greatest owl, monkey, baboon, rascal, oaf, ignoramus, blockhead, buffoon, or what you will.

Foye, in her buxom cheeriness, was drawn to give some of it forth to the uncouth-looking, companionless girl, and not only began a chat with her, after the momentary stir in the street was over, and she had settled herself upon her stool, and leaning her back against a tree, set vigorously to work again at knitting a stout blue yarn stocking, but also treated Bubby and Baby to some bits of her sweet merchandise, and told them about the bears and the monkeys that had gone by, shut up in the gay, red-and-yellow-painted wagons.

Parsnip and Bunion, their monkey faces sharp and cunning with hidden knowledge.

Presumably crouched on the life-jacket at the back of his neck, the monkey was burdenless and undemanding, almost non-existent.

I am a caiman, an anaconda, a jaguar shaman, but never a monkey shaman.