Word: aleck
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...Academy; S. E. Davenport, III, Westminster School; F. M. Dearborn, Choate School; R. H. Denison, Loomis Institute; William Dworetsky, Boston Latin School; L. K. Emerson, Exeter; J. N. Eustis, Loomis Institute; W. C. Everett, Exeter; H. L. Fain, Exeter; R. D. Fallon, Exeter; R. S. Fitzgerald, Springfield High School; Aleck freed, Boston Latin School; I. H. Friedberg, Boston Latin School; E. W. Fuller, Jr., Boston Latin School; Oliver Garceau, Newton Country Day School; Henry Gesmer, Thayer Academy...
...Louis Aleck Craig, field Artillery, U. S. Army, Professor of Military Science and Tactics. He will serve in this capacity while detailed at the University by the War Department. Major Graig has been an assistant professor in the University since...
...Smart Set. William Haines is always the play boy, the smart aleck-sometimes in baseball uniform (Slide, Kelly, Slide), sometimes in football paddings (Brown of Harvard), sometimes in the pants of a leather neck (Tell It To the Marines) or even dressed as a cadet (West Point). This time he is a polo grandstand player. Here Actor Haines, rich man's son. flirts with Constance Howard, presses undesired kisses on her, steals her slippers at a dance, throws his shoes in the soup at a Park Avenue dinner party, salts and eats the carnations. None the less, this objectionable...
William Allen White ( editor of the Emporia [Kan.] Gazette, prolific commentator on life and literature) told the New York Herald Tribune the turning point in his career. It came, he said, when he was a "smart aleck . . . infant prodigy," aged 24, on the editorial staff of the Kansas City Star. He was clowning, being loud, disorderly with three drinks under his belt, when a brown-eyed girl, whom he later married, told him to give up "that stuff forever." Then, said he, "I saw the bright lights of all the great cities of the world go pale...
Lately I have noticed your latest "smart" innovation, "The Cream." I have only admired your publication spasmodically in the past and now I think even less of it. What's the idea? Do you suppose anybody cares a "Whoop" what books your smart aleck book editor considers "the cream of the season's books"? There never has been a magazine that could get away with that sort of stuff...