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...strolled out to a wisteria-covered arbor. Arthur Dean looked up at the cloudless sky and said: "Mr. President, make it rain." "You know that's impossible, Mr. Dean," Rhee answered. "Only the laws of the universe can make it rain." Dean smiled and said: "The exchange rate of the hwan is the same thing. Only the laws of economics can keep it steady...
Last week, after a month's bout with virus pneumonia and a heart ailment, former U.S. Senator Blair Moody. 52, of Michigan, died suddenly in the University of Michigan hospital at Ann Arbor. A onetime Washington correspondent for the Detroit News, Democrat Moody was appointed to Arthur Vandenberg's seat by Governor G. Mennen Williams in 1951 and lost it to Republican Charles Potter in 1952. To millions of TViewers across the nation, he was remembered as one of the three rambunctious "Young Turks" (the others: Franklin D. Roosevelt Jr. and "Soapy" Williams) at the 1952 Democratic Convention...
...Handyman. In his home workshop, the compleat handyman usually starts out buying a little $25 utility drill to act as a portable sander, buffer and saw. If he wants to make furniture, he discovers he needs a bigger, stationary tool for ripsawing heavy pieces of wood, buys himself an arbor saw for $150. Next he wants a jointer for cutting precise corners, which costs him $130. Then he wants something to drill deep, accurate holes, and so buys a drill press for $100. As he graduates to fancier work, and starts putting intricate filigrees in his woodwork, he needs...
Died. Blair Moody, 52, longtime Washington correspondent of the Detroit News, appointed directly from the press corps to serve (1951-52) as Democratic Senator from Michigan; of pneumonia; in Ann Arbor, Mich, (see NATIONAL AFFAIRS...
...sweating with fervor, Evangelist Poole shouted and whispered into his microphone. "I used to be a drunkard," he would yell. "I used to curse and tell lies and all those things. But I've been saved! ... If you come, you can find God around this old bush arbor ... If you go home lost tonight, it's not my fault." His flock would begin to groan and shout, to shake and roll in the sawdust. Then a string quartet would take over, and the hymn-singing would send everyone into still more shouts and gyrations...