Word: balding
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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They soon found out: he was a bald, ruddy lawyer, a wealthy Omaha Democrat-and the third man considered for the job. Harry Truman had wanted North Carolina's Jonathan Daniels, whose father had been Woodrow Wilson's Navy Secretary. Daniels didn't want the job. Democratic National Committee Chairman J. Howard McGrath had his own candidate -his friend, Judge Robert Quinn of Rhode Island. But Secretary of Defense Louis Johnson didn't want Quinn. In raising funds for Harry Truman's campaign, Johnson had got a good look at Frank Matthews and liked what...
...best crews that Tom Bolles ever coached clustered one day last week at the door of Harvard's boathouse. Said Coach Bolles, plopping a battered hat on his bald head: "It'll be rough when we get down to the basin, but the water may be like that at Syracuse...
Professor Kidd is a sharp-beaked little man with a shiny bald pate, who came to the Berkeley campus in 1905 and has been teaching there ever since. In that time no student who was as much as 30 seconds late has ever made his way into one of his lectures; those who tried it wish they had saved themselves the tongue-lashing. On the outside, Captain Kidd was a mild enough man, quick with advice or even a small loan for a student who needed it. But inside his classroom, peering out from under his green eyeshade...
...week, composing directives by hand (he does not like to dictate) and buzzing for his aides when he wants them (he has banned telephones from his desk). He looks fit and much younger than his years; his hair, flecked with grey, is usually carefully brushed to cover a bald spot. The General lives sedately with his alert, unaffected wife (19 years his junior) and their sturdy eleven-year-old son, Arthur MacArthur, in the palatial U.S. embassy...
...room might have been any big-city political headquarters. On the wall hung a map bristling with red, blue and yellow pins. In one corner stood a Mimeograph. Pamphlets, posters and handbills littered the floor and tables, and two purposeful young women pounded energetically on typewriters. But the bald, cheerful man who presided over this well-ordered confusion last week wore a clerical collar. From his command post in an old brownstone mansion near London's Victoria Station, the Rev. Frank Cecil Tyler was directing the "Mission to London"-the biggest evangelical drive the Church of England had ever...