Word: bitted
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...Sample: Mrs. Maud K. Stevenson Henjes. Last March, when she was still Maud Stevenson and yachtsman Robert H. Henjes was only her "boyfriend" (her own term), she & he tiffed. The tiff wound up in a Long Island police station where Maud, stripped down to brassiere and half slip, bit and kicked a cop like nobody's business...
Alluring Strangeness. Nicolson admits that all great writers have been the least bit peculiar, at that. Germany's Schiller whetted his inspiration by keeping rotten apples in his writing table drawer. Charlotte Brontë often mooned about the house for months without being able to put pen to paper. Milton could write only between October and March; Balzac, Byron, Dostoevsky and Conrad, only at night...
...were a member of the printers' union," said Executive Editor Basil ("Stuffy") Walters of the Daily News, "I'd feel a bit scared. We're not trying to bust the union; nobody's mad at anybody except that maybe we're a bit mad at the union leadership." The union leadership was mad too. It extended its strike to the Hammond, Ind. Times, which also switched to typing. And the I.T.U. served strike notices on Chicago trade papers and the Detroit Times and Free Press...
...floor of the Chicago Board of Irade one day last week, a trader idly remarked that he presumed the Government was temporarily out of the market as a buyer of cash wheat. In a few minutes, this bit of gossip was exaggerated into a "report" that the Government would stop buying for 60 days. Although the Government denied the rumor a few a hours later, December wheat dropped 8? a bushel from its peak...
...script (which he is said to have written) has a charming, blank-verse hauteur that just possibly may be a bit asinine-but the direction saves the day by insisting on a witty, natural reading. Fairbanks has also inflicted an extreme lilt on the rhythm of the film-a lilt that would be annoying if it were not necessary to keep the lame plot marching along...