Word: bachelored
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
This letter was circulated in Britain last week. Reginald Pinkerton, its author, is a thin-lipped, jug-eared bachelor of 49 who grasps his rolled umbrella with wary grip, never knowing when he may be attacked by a predatory female. In his young days, as a clerk in a grocery store, Reginald Pinkerton learned to fear housewives. He willingly fought through all of World War I, a man's affair. Then he took a job as a bank clerk in Argentina, where woman's place is in the home. Returning to England in 1926, he "observed the havoc...
...Today Bachelor Kartveli, like other top-drawer ideamen in aviation, is busy about next year's design. But sometimes he goes out on the field to watch his 2,000-h.p. (Pratt & Whitney) Thunderbolt in the air. He's proud of the beast. "A nice plane," he admits, in an accent tinged with French, rather than Russian. "But she's too big." Airmen who fly the beast could argue with him, but they don't. They know it's an esthete's criticism...
Hard-working Mr. Crowley has few diversions. Once he owned a race horse. Occasionally he visits a race track. But the sporting world is not his background. The proper background for Leo Thomas Crowley is marble & mahogany. A bachelor, he lives in Washington's glittering Mayflower Hotel. In his FDIC office hangs a "No Smoking" sign. He cannot stand the smell, which annoys his sinuses...
Economics, of all the non-scientific fields, has organized most fully to adapt its students to the emergency. Upon receiving their bachelor degree, students will be ready to take Civil Service examinations for such positions as junior economist, which pays $2,000 annually, or to complete further graduate work and then enter the supply division of the armed services. There is a large demand for college trained men in both these fields...
...went back to St. Paul's as a teacher: a bachelor whose arms always seemed to be coming out of his sleeves, who groped painfully for the right word, hooked his hands in his pants-top like a Midwestern farmer, always looked funny in a hat, lived in a single room so littered with books that there was no place to sit. When he talked to his classes, in a soft, throaty whisper, he was hard to hear, sometimes hard to understand...