Missé is a commune in the Deux-Sèvres department in western France.
It is situated on the River Thouet some 5 km upstream from the town of Thouars, and is the site of a spectacular loop in the river.
Miss 139 is a 1921 silent film crime drama produced by A. H. Fischer, Inc. and distributed by Jans Film Service and Sherman Productions Corporation. B. A. Rolfe was the director and Charles Logue wrote the story and the screenplay. Its star Diana Allen had been a Ziegfeld girl.
The film is now lost.
Miss 1917 is a musical revue with a book by Guy Bolton and P. G. Wodehouse, music by Victor Herbert, Jerome Kern and others, and lyrics by Harry B. Smith, Otto Harbach, Henry Blossom and others. Made up of a string of vignettes, the show features songs from such musicals as The Wizard of Oz, Three Twins, Babes in Toyland, Ziegfeld Follies and The Belle of New York.
In 1916, Charles Dillingham and Florenz Ziegfeld produced The Century Girl, with music by Irving Berlin. Despite mildly positive reviews, the show closed without recouping its investment. On their next production, which was to be called Miss 1917, they hired Jerome Kern and Victor Herbert to compose the score and Guy Bolton and P.G. Wodehouse to collaborate on the book. Kern and Bolton had collaborated on the Princess Theatre musicals, including Very Good Eddie (1915). British humorist and playwright Wodehouse then joined them for several innovative musicals there, including Oh, Boy! (1917).
Hit! is a 1973 action film directed by Sidney J. Furie and starring Billy Dee Williams and Richard Pryor. It is about a federal agent trying to destroy a drug zone after his daughter dies from a heroin overdose.
An alternate title for the film was Goodbye Marseilles.
Many of the people, both cast and crew, involved in this film had previously worked on Lady Sings the Blues (1972).
The role of Nick Allen was originally written for Steve McQueen.
Hit is a verb meaning to strike someone or something.
Hit or HIT may also refer to:
Hit is a carbonated soft drink that was introduced in Venezuela over 40 years ago. It is now owned by The Coca-Cola Company. The graphic logo and design is similar to Coke's brand Fanta and, in fact, it is Fanta with a different name.
Flavors:
Available in these flavors until 2003:
A weed is a plant considered undesirable in a particular situation, "a plant in the wrong place". Examples commonly are plants unwanted in human-controlled settings, such as farm fields, gardens, lawns, and parks. Taxonomically, the term "weed" has no botanical significance, because a plant that is a weed in one context is not a weed when growing in a situation where it is in fact wanted, and where one species of plant is a valuable crop plant, another species in the same genus might be a serious weed, such as a wild bramble growing among cultivated loganberries. Many plants that people widely regard as weeds also are intentionally grown in gardens and other cultivated settings. The term also is applied to any plant that grows or reproduces aggressively, or is invasive outside its native habitat. More broadly "weed" occasionally is applied pejoratively to species outside the plant kingdom, species that can survive in diverse environments and reproduce quickly; in this sense it has even been applied to humans.
Laying all your soil into satellites,
Planted something new that you get used to be through
the night.
Taking one and buy the paper cup
You pour it out and hope it’s enough.
Laying all the pile paper girls
Laying all your soil into something that you know it’s
past.
Taking all that you have built aside
Face it out
You know we all know where to run to
With that ship on our shoulders
We all know where to run to when it’s no one else.
It’s a hit and a miss all up(x4)
Strake a boarder for the cover up,
Search for anyone that’s likely not to make a sound.
One night it’s gonna come to you
Flash it out
You know we all know where to run to
With that ship on our shoulders
We all know where to run to when there’s no one else
It’s a hit and a miss all up(x4)
Something told you,
I can see why now
They gonna get out with our own ways
You don’t listen
I told you there is no good reason for right decisions.
You don’t see it
I wouldn’t want to be around for a longer phase.
You can’t taste it
The mess is overcome over fine places.
You don’t listen
I said I only wanted you in the winter.
Something told you,
I can see why now
We’re gonna get out with our own ways.
It’s a hit and a miss all out(x4)
We all know where to run to
With that ship on our shoulders
We all know where to run to
When we’re hiding under covers
We all know where to run to